Young Master Vance Has An Enchanting Wife!-Chapter 204: Husband’s Anger Has Serious Consequences
May Morgan wasn’t really worried that Vincent Vance would dare to do anything to her, after all, he wasn’t that kind of person, but if she had Victor Grant with her, it was hard to say. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺
"Just drop me off at the entrance of Zenith Villa, I’ll go back by myself, I don’t need you following me." May stubbornly said to Victor Grant.
"And what if I say no?" Victor Grant’s face turned cold, deliberately clashing with May.
As the two were arguing, a sudden thunderclap sounded outside, and the sky was covered with thick black clouds, indicating a heavy rain was about to fall.
"It’s going to rain, why don’t you not go back today? Come to my place?" Victor looked at the darkening sky outside and intentionally asked May.
Now that they were in Silverwood City, how could May possibly go back home with Victor for the night? Was she crazy?
"Here are two choices: either drive me back now or I’ll get a cab myself." Leaving no room for negotiation, May decisively and bluntly rejected Victor’s suggestion.
Victor moved his lips, but said nothing more, focusing on driving instead. Soon, May realized that the direction he was heading in was not towards Zenith Villa at all.
"You think I don’t know the way?" May glared at Victor angrily and reached for the car door, startling Victor into quickly hitting the lock button.
"Are you freaking crazy? We’re practically at my place, can’t we wait until the rain stops?" Victor angrily pointed at the imminent heavy rain while yelling at May.
Ignoring his fury, May coldly glared at him and repeated her earlier words: "Either drive me back now or I’ll get out and go back myself."
"Did I owe you something in my past life?" Victor knew he couldn’t win against May, so he had to let out a helpless sigh and turned the car towards Zenith Villa.
Halfway there, the rain started pouring down in torrents. Late autumn weather, quick to come, quick to go, just like someone’s temper in the car,
"Uh, I didn’t mean anything by it, I just didn’t want you to get wet and catch a cold."
Victor tried to control his temper and awkwardly apologized to May.
May turned to look at him and seeing his genuinely apologetic demeanor, she felt slightly embarrassed as she explained: ’It’s not that I’m stubborn, it’s just that I’m a married woman, spending the night at another man’s house isn’t fair to my husband.’
"...Got it!"
May’s words, "It’s not fair to my husband," made Victor’s heart feel incredibly uncomfortable. He knew she was a married woman, of course, he knew, he had known whose woman she was since the day he met her.
But why did he have this feeling that he couldn’t let go or give up on this woman?
Why did his heart feel so stifled and pained when he heard her talk about having a husband and a family?
About ten minutes later, Victor drove the car to Zenith Villa. The guard saw Victor’s car from afar, hurriedly opened the gate, and let him in.
It was still pouring outside when Victor parked the car, and just as he was about to take out the spare umbrella for May, he saw Vincent Vance rushing out from the villa.
Due to his haste, most of the servant’s umbrella couldn’t cover his body. By the time he reached Victor’s car, he was mostly soaked.
Vincent glanced at Victor in the car without saying anything, bent down, and picked May up from the passenger seat, turning and walking away.
After a few steps, he realized May might get wet from the rain and freed a hand to take the umbrella from the servant, handing it to May.
"Hold it properly!" Vincent commandingly instructed May in a flat tone.
May tightly grasped the umbrella handle he handed her, sneaking a peek at his face. Vincent’s expression was calm, neither happy nor sad, but the more he was like this, the less assured May felt.
Victor awkwardly watched Vincent and the woman in his arms from behind, muttering, "I’ll be leaving then," and indeed drove away from Zenith Villa.
Carrying May back to Zenith Villa through the mud and water, Vincent’s face remained cold as ice, devoid of warmth.
May knew he was angry, anyone would be. Moreover, her husband was famously jealous.
But, fortunately, she had already thought of how to handle the situation on her way back.
"Honey, I’m so hungry?" Just as Vincent bent over to place May on the sofa, not even retrieving his hand, May purposely clutched her stomach, feigning a pitiful look, and told him she was hungry.
Playing pitiful and acting innocent were surefire techniques for straightforward men, and May had become wiser, choosing not to provoke Vincent’s temper.
Sure enough, one coquettish proclamation of hunger from May dissipated most of Vincent’s anger. The hands he was about to retract immediately lifted her from the sofa again and carried her to the dining room.
"Prepare dinner, the young lady is hungry." Vincent quickly instructed the nearby servant.
The servant promptly acknowledged and hurried to the kitchen to bring dinner.
As Vincent carried May to the dining room and prepared to place her on the chair, May quickly clung to his neck, refusing to let go.
"I want to sit on your lap..."
Vincent furrowed his brows as he glanced at the woman in his arms, realizing she was deliberately acting coy, but he couldn’t resist her charm.
In this lifetime, he was destined to be wrapped around this woman’s finger.
"Do you also want me to feed you?" Though no longer angry inside, he maintained a semblance of annoyance on his face. This stubborn woman, daring to sneak out behind his back with another man, if he didn’t teach her a lesson today, she wouldn’t realize who runs the household.
"Yes, yes!" May eagerly replied, cheering and tugging on Vincent’s neck, planting a kiss on his cheek with a smooch.
Vincent sneered, the hands that were on May’s waist pinched her buttocks deliberately as he threatened, "You should eat your fill to gather the strength for a beating, eat more later."
"Are you going to hit me again? I’m carrying your son, aren’t you afraid you’ll harm your son?" Although Vincent never truly hit her, May knew that when a man got angry, sometimes, he couldn’t even control his own temper.
Therefore, a wise person knew to avoid immediate losses, she had to find a way to calm her husband down.
"You still remember you’re carrying my son? If you know that, why did you sneak out? With Victor Grant nonetheless? You two have such a great relationship, even your hospital checkups you make him accompany you, huh?" Vincent’s long-repressed anger finally erupted at that moment.
