Young Master Vance Has An Enchanting Wife!-Chapter 222: Who Looks Like They’re Married with You?

Everyone around was dumbfounded. Could the young master be retaliating with malice? Everyone could see that the young madam was pretending to be sick, yet he was forcing her to drink. Such a petty mind...

Dr. Lawson was also frightened by Vincent Vance’s actions and hurriedly shouted to stop him: "Young master, Miss May is pretending to be sick..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Vincent had quickly pushed May Morgan aside. May, in shock, widened her eyes, looking at Vincent, who was smirking triumphantly, while touching her own lips in astonishment.

He didn’t actually force the medicine down her throat; what Vincent did just now was merely to trick her.

"You, you big liar!" Being taken advantage of for no reason and having her lie exposed in public, May was so angry her face turned green. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Vincent grabbed a tissue and wiped the medicine stain from the corner of his mouth, then casually pulled May onto his lap to sit properly.

"Who’s the liar between us, hmm? Just to avoid going to the wedding, you pretend to be sick? Did you know that when I heard you were sick, I was scared to death? I told you not to pretend!"

Vincent was so angry his face turned dark, he pinched May’s bottom, causing her to immediately spring up and escape his grasp.

"You hit me again! I’m pregnant, and you still hit me!" May’s eyes reddened with anger. This time Vincent really pinched her painfully, she thought she might die from the pain.

"If you dare to use my son to mess with me again, believe it or not, I’ll spank you!" Vincent was truly enraged by May. Of all the excuses she could use, she had to say she had a stomachache; little did he know, when the servants told him about her stomachache, he thought something was wrong with the baby inside her.

This problem needs to be corrected; it cannot be indulged. If she doesn’t want to go, she could talk to him properly about it; pretending to be sick is not allowed in the future.

"I...I won’t dare again." With so many people watching, May feared that if Vincent got really mad, he’d beat her up in bed, does she not care about her face? Forget it, a wise man knows when to retreat, better to admit defeat for now.

Seeing May finally behave, Vincent then satisfactorily waved at the servants, signaling them: "The wedding banquet is about to begin, bring the dress that the young madam needs to wear."

The servants heard this and quickly went out. Dr. Lawson, seeing this, also hurriedly packed his things and left the bedroom.

May, a bit reluctant, coquettishly said to Vincent, "Can I not attend the wedding?"

Vincent snorted and asked her back, "Reason?"

With her head down, May fidgeted with her fingers and explained to Vincent, "I quarreled with Maxwell yesterday. If I go now, what if she dislikes me again?"

"She wouldn’t dare. If she causes you trouble, I’ll deal with her!" Vincent’s face turned cold as he solemnly promised May.

Knowing Vincent’s temper, May knew he would keep his promise, but even so, she still didn’t want to go: "Well, I, I think it might be better if I don’t go."

"You are Maxwell’s sister-in-law, my wife. Unless you’re truly ill, there’s no reason not to go." This time, Vincent was determined to have May attend the wedding, so his words left no room for debate.

Knowing there was no dodging it, May sighed helplessly and resigned: "Since you said so, let’s go."

Vincent smiled contentedly, just as the servant brought over the dress May needed to wear. He got up, took the dress in his hand, and walked over to May.

"This is the dress I personally chose for you, see if it fits?"

Since marrying him, May hadn’t worn evening dresses much, only the time when she tried on the wedding gown before the wedding. After that, May had always dressed like an ordinary girl. Vincent always wanted to see her in elegant attire, but unfortunately, May didn’t have a taste for it, and most of the evening dresses he bought her were left at the bottom of the box.

May turned her head to look at the dress in Vincent’s hand. It was a very exquisite sky blue dress with a streamlined design, simple yet elegant, decorated with small diamonds at the chest, revealing but not vulgar.

"Let me help you put it on!" A gentle light flashed in Vincent’s eyes as he reached out to help May remove her nightgown, then softly slipped the dress on her.

"Darling, you have no idea how beautiful you look in a dress."

Looking at May, who looked like a completely different person in the mirror, the tenderness in Vincent’s eyes increased a bit more.

Her skin, white to the point of being almost translucent, paired with the sky blue dress, was simply perfect. Coupled with May’s already exquisite face, her in luxurious attire could be described as breathtakingly beautiful.

May looked up at her face in the mirror. The more she looked, the stranger she felt.

It was clearly the same nose, the same eyes, but why did she feel an illusion that her appearance was changing?

"Vincent, have you noticed I seem to have changed recently?" The more she looked, the more bizarre May felt, and a bit of unease crept in as she turned to Vincent to ask.

Vincent was still lost in her beauty, she had changed, but she was more beautiful and more captivating than before.

"You have changed, you’ve become more beautiful than before." Vincent put his arm around May’s waist, resting his strong chin gently on her shoulder, and closed his eyes contently: "Darling, you are like a perfect piece of jade, and I am the discerning eye who has chiseled you bit by bit into such beauty."

May rolled her eyes at Vincent, he was joking while she was talking seriously to him.

"I’m telling you seriously though, don’t you think I’ve been different lately?" May freed herself from Vincent’s embrace, turned around, and looked at him seriously: "Look at my face, is it still the face you first knew?"

Vincent thought May was making a big deal out of nothing, so he comforted her with kind words: "You got married, naturally, you’ll undergo some changes. Maybe it’s because you’re starting to look like me, so you’ve become more beautiful?"

Damn it...

May really wanted to slap this arrogant guy to death. What do you mean by starting to look like you, then becoming beautiful? She wasn’t ugly before, okay?

"You already know about the Dragon Insect, don’t you?" May suddenly turned around, looked seriously at Vincent’s face, and asked.

Vincent was caught off guard and stood there stunned, then nodded: "I knew it, I’ve known for a long time."

"Then you should also know about these strange changes in my body, right?" May waved her fingers in front of her, then pursued Vincent further.

Vincent didn’t want to hide it anymore. After all, it was tiring to keep it a secret. Since he had already let it slip yesterday, he might as well lay everything out with her now?