Young Master Vance Has An Enchanting Wife!-Chapter 294: You’re Very Much Like His Sister

Victor probably hasn’t taken care of himself for several days, so when he held May’s hand and lightly brushed it against his lips, the rough stubble made May’s fingers itch.

She was still not used to being too close to him, so when she felt the tingly sensation between her fingers, May hurriedly pulled away as if she had been electrocuted.

"Sorry for making you worry."

May struggled to get up from the bed, but her body was too weak. She only managed to touch the bed before collapsing back onto it.

Seeing this, Victor quickly stood up from the chair, supported her, and gently settled her back onto the bed: "Don’t move. You haven’t eaten for three days and nights, surviving only on nutrient fluid. You must be exhausted. Wait a moment, I’ll call my mom to have her arrange something for you to eat."

Saying this, Victor picked up his phone and went outside to call Heather. May stared blankly at his back as he made the call in the small living room, suddenly recalling something.

She had slept for three days and nights? So? Vincent and Brianna’s wedding must be approaching?

He... actually ended up marrying that woman Brianna?

After informing his mom of the good news, Victor turned back inside and saw May looking dazedly at the scenery outside the window. He knew she was thinking about that man again, or she wouldn’t have such an expression.

Seeing May’s utterly dejected expression, a pang of pain hit Victor’s heart. He sighed quietly, then gently approached May and said in a low voice, "Are you still thinking about Vincent?"

May hesitated for a moment and instinctively shook her head, "No, it’s just that I’m feeling weak, and everything seems hazy."

Victor laughed self-mockingly, and then said to May: "I know you can’t let him go. It’s okay. I allow you to hold him in your heart. If you don’t want to marry me, I can pretend I never heard those things we talked about before."

May tightened her fingers, gazing into Victor’s lowered eyes, and did not speak.

At that time, she deliberately wanted to anger Vincent, so she said she would marry Victor. But if she truly had to marry Victor, she felt she couldn’t overcome her feelings.

Some people are destined from the moment they meet to be lovers, but others are destined from the first glance to only be friends.

And between her and Victor, it was the latter.

"I’m sorry, I know it’s immoral to use you. If possible, I’d like to offer you some compensation." May said sincerely to Victor, biting her lip with her voice very low.

Victor had guessed she would give him such an answer, after all, she was May, not some other indecisive woman.

"It’s okay, I’ll explain things to my parents. They’re eager for me to marry, but they understand that forcing feelings doesn’t work."

Victor forced a laugh dryly, and as he turned to sit back down, deliberately showed a carelessly casual demeanor for May to see: "Well, if you really feel sorry for me, then don’t leave just yet. Stay in the house my mom found for us temporarily. I don’t want to see you wandering alone. If you think it’s inappropriate for me to stay, then I’ll move out."

All in all, Victor didn’t want May to leave. Although he couldn’t gain her love, being able to see her every day was enough for him.

May didn’t know what to say to Victor. After hesitating for a long time, she finally nodded: "Alright."

Victor was very happy to see May agreeing, quickly picked up an apple to peel. He usually didn’t do such meticulous tasks, so the apple he peeled was crooked and awkward-looking.

Holding the unattractive apple in his hand, Victor self-deprecatingly said: "Ah, no wonder you don’t fancy me. I’m just a fool who can’t do anything right."

May watched him and found him quite charming, so she reached out to take the apple from his hand and took a bite: "It’s fine, as long as it tastes good, appearance doesn’t matter."

This speech happened to be overheard by Heather when she came in. While holding the bowl of porridge for May, she chuckled and said: "May, you finally figured it out. Let me tell you, my son is just like this apple. Don’t mind the appearance, but he’s definitely reliable!"

The meaning of this was a bit suggestive, and May’s cheeks flushed as she hurriedly bowed her head without speaking.

Victor glanced at his mom displeasedly and whispered to reprimand her: "Mom, can you be proper? May and I are innocent."

"Innocent? Ah, son, since when did you learn to endure so well? Seems you truly love May, this makes me feel relieved!" Heather pulled Victor away from the chair and personally helped May with the porridge to feed her.

May couldn’t accept such hospitality and started to feel a bit embarrassed: "Auntie, I, I can do it myself."

But Heather insisted on feeding May, and unable to resist, May had to open her mouth and eat: "Auntie, really, I can do it myself."

"It’s okay, you’re my daughter-in-law, it’s my duty to take care of you." Heather smiled broadly at May as she spoke.

Though the words sounded odd, they were especially heartwarming. Suddenly, May’s eyes became red, almost bursting into tears.

Heather, although peculiar with her words, was truly good to May, to the point that May even felt as if her deceased mother had returned to take care of her.

"Auntie, thank you." May quickly bowed her head to suppress the emotion welling up in her eyes.

Noticing May seemed about to cry, Heather turned to Victor and said: "You take care of the situation here, hurry back and clean yourself up, otherwise it’ll be not only May, even I’ll dislike you."

Victor was made fun of by his mom for a while, touching his rugged face, realizing his image was indeed not great, so he muttered a few reminders before turning and leaving the ward.

However, although he left, he did not immediately go.

Because he still wanted to hear how his mom would "persuade" May to agree to this marriage.

After sending Victor away, Heather carefully fed May while continuing: "May, do you know why I like you so much?"

May hesitated, looking at Heather’s kind face, tentatively asking: "Is it because of Victor?"

"No, from the moment I first saw you, I felt familiar, as if you were the daughter I lost when I was young!" Heather said a bit sadly to May: "Victor probably hasn’t told you, right? His only sister died more than a decade ago, murdered."