Young Master Vance Has An Enchanting Wife!-Chapter 297: Can We Sleep in Separate Rooms?

All May Morgan could think about was his bleeding leg, so she quickly pushed him away and retreated from his embrace: ’Don’t say anything else, check if your leg is okay first!’

May Morgan pulled Victor Grant up from the ground, looking at his bleeding leg with concern and sighed, "Your thinking is really different from others, who proposes on a bed of durians?"

Victor Grant chuckled awkwardly, "If I didn’t do this, how would you agree?"

This tactic was taught by his mom, a sympathy ploy. They’ve almost exhausted all thirty-six stratagems, but May was just not easy to persuade. So Heather Holt had to sacrifice her son’s strength to gain a lifetime of happiness for him.

May Morgan was too lazy to deal with him, she glared at Victor Grant, then helped him sit on the bed and rolled up his pant leg to take a look.

Honestly, if Victor wasn’t wearing pants, this leg and knee might have been ruined.

Victor Grant’s kneeling wasn’t leaving any room for retreat, so when the durian thorns pierced his flesh, his leg became a gruesome sight.

"You’re bleeding so much, go and get an X-ray to see if there’s anything wrong with the bones?" May Morgan frowned and instructed Victor Grant.

Victor Grant waved his hand, looking indifferent and said, ’No worries, the scars on me before were worse than this, just put some medicine on it later, no need to worry.’

Though he said that, May Morgan still felt distressed. She had never seen such a fierce guy. You want to propose, fine, but why kneel on durians? Now look, all this blood, it’s terrifying.

"Let’s put some ointment on it first."

May Morgan had no choice but to turn around and ask the servant to get some hemostatic and disinfectant ointment from the doctor, then knelt down to apply it to Victor Grant’s knee.

Victor Grant looked down at May Morgan applying the ointment, feeling extraordinarily happy, you wouldn’t believe it.

May Morgan suddenly looked up and caught Victor Grant smiling foolishly at her, embarrassedly she said, "Why are you smiling like that? It looks so ugly."

Victor Grant was typically a rugged man, his features were handsome but somewhat rough, but when he smiled like this, it was as comical as can be, like a big, simple-minded child.

Victor Grant didn’t care about that. He was just happy; in twenty-seven years, he had never been so happy. In his whole life, he felt today was the most rewarding.

"Ugly is ugly, anyway, I’ll only let you see it from now on, hehe." Victor Grant scratched his head bashfully, like a child.

May Morgan rolled her eyes speechlessly at him and as she stood up, Victor Grant suddenly grabbed her arm and pulled her into his embrace.

"May, just say it again, did you really agree to marry me?" Victor Grant was afraid what he heard was an illusion, repeatedly asking May Morgan in disbelief.

May Morgan felt a bit restrained in his arms, she awkwardly laughed and tried to push him away: "Yes, yes, I agreed, let me go quickly, what if someone sees us?"

"I won’t, why should I let go of my own wife?" Victor Grant held May Morgan even tighter, took a sniff of her hair’s fragrance, and sighed: ’I never thought I, Victor Grant, would have a wife in this life.’

"Oh no, I didn’t mean to see this, you guys carry on, I’ll be going out first!"

Victor Grant was about to kiss May Morgan when the door suddenly opened, and Heather Holt walked in.

Seeing the two of them clinging to each other, she quickly apologized in fright and awkwardly tried to exit.

Victor Grant’s face turned a bit displeased, mom, of all times, why now? I just got the mood going and wanted to take advantage, but you spoiled it.

May Morgan, not knowing how to push Victor Grant away, took the chance when Heather Holt came in and quickly pushed Victor off, then greeted Heather: ’Auntie.’

Victor, being quick-witted, heard May call her ’Auntie’ and quickly corrected her: "Why are you still calling her Auntie, call her Mom!"

Hearing this, Heather Holt looked in surprise at Victor Grant, then at May Morgan. Only when her eyes fell on the ring finger on May’s hand did she suddenly understand and started laughing: "Oh, son, you finally got your wish? Congratulations!"

May Morgan was about to say something, somewhat embarrassed, but Heather Holt immediately joyfully said to them: "I just talked to the doctor, May could basically be discharged from the hospital. The hospital’s rehab conditions are not as comfortable as home, so I’ve already arranged to get the villa cleaned for you. How about you both move in after discharge?"

"Okay, okay, Mom, you really think of everything."

Victor Grant and his mom played a perfect duet, one word after another, leaving May feeling quite frustrated, unable to get a word in for quite some time.

Just like that, May Morgan was smoothly discharged and returned to the villa that Heather Holt had mentioned earlier.

Since the proposal was successful, Victor naturally had a reason to stay there, but what distressed May Morgan was, it was the Grant Family’s villa, it made sense for Victor to move in. But why did Heather Holt also seem to plan on staying?

Moreover, Heather purposely had May and Victor’s rooms combined, what is this all about? Are they supposed to sleep in the same bed this late at night? Isn’t that a bit sudden?

"Victor, can we sleep separately?" May Morgan didn’t want to mention sleeping separately in front of Heather Holt, so she had to softly discuss it with Victor.

But Victor wasn’t that naive, sleep separately? Wouldn’t the marriage fall apart?

"Let’s just bear with it for a few days, my mom can’t live without my dad, she’ll definitely go back soon, and then we can sleep separately." Victor cunningly rejected May Morgan’s proposal.

After moving her things over during the day, Heather Holt indeed didn’t plan to leave in the evening. Eyes wide open after dinner, she just stared at May Morgan, fearing May would "neglect" her son at night.

May Morgan felt uncomfortable with Heather’s gaze and had no choice but to find an excuse to go to her room and rest; once she went in, Heather immediately gave her son a look, signaling him to quickly get in and do what should be done.

Victor certainly wanted to go in; after all, opportunities are rare. But he didn’t dare. Although May agreed to his proposal, he knew she was actually quite uneasy. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have suggested sleeping in separate rooms privately.