Young Master Vance Has An Enchanting Wife!-Chapter 311: Even Force Won’t Work

"I don’t want to argue with you, I just want to discuss the things I’m worried about so we can resolve them together!" May Morgan rarely saw Victor Grant angry with her, but this time, he was genuinely furious.

Knowing her own fussiness, May didn’t want to argue with him, so she temporarily backed down.

"You don’t want to argue with me, and why would I want to argue with you? May, I have no other thoughts now, I just want to marry you, to spend my life with you, is this request something you can’t grant me?"

Victor Grant, almost collapsing, embraced May Morgan’s shoulders, this big man suddenly squatting in front of May, it was heartbreaking to see.

May wasn’t completely heartless; seeing him like this softened her heart immediately: "I won’t say anything, you figure it out."

Feeling distressed, yet unable to defy Victor’s stubbornness, May chose to step back.

Victor knew when to stop; seeing May no longer conflicted about this matter, he smiled and stood up from the ground, turned to the bathroom to run a bath for her: "Are you tired? I’ll run a bath for you."

At this time, the last thing you want is an argument because any excuse for a quarrel might be a reason for May to leave.

After running the bath for May, Victor returned to the bedside, just about to bend down and pick May up when May was startled, quickly pushing his hand away: ’What are you doing? I’ll do it myself!’

Victor’s eyes darkened slightly, saying somewhat stubbornly: ’We’re getting married soon, are you never going to let me touch you for the rest of our lives?’

"We’re not married yet, I- I need to adjust." May frowned, expressing her discontent.

Victor forced a smile: "Alright, I’ll carry you in without touching you, okay?"

After he spoke, he reached out his arms again, and without allowing May to resist, he picked her up horizontally and took three steps to the bathroom.

"Alright, you go out first, I can wash myself."

Entering the bathroom, May decisively ordered Victor to leave, preventing him from doing anything inappropriate!

Victor’s deep, affectionate eyes swept across her face, suddenly embracing her shoulders and kissing down.

May never expected he would suddenly kiss her forcefully, leaving her dumbfounded for a full half-minute until he attempted to pry open her teeth domineeringly, at which moment May suddenly came to her senses and swung her hand, ready to slap him.

When her hand swung out, it didn’t hit Victor but was caught by him, pinning her against the wall smoothly.

"May, I love you..."

The fervent and impatient kiss allowed Victor’s long-suppressed desires to finally explode; he seized her arm recklessly, raising it high, then kissed May’s face haphazardly.

"Victor Grant, get out!" May was frantic, never imagining she would be forced like this by Victor, she yelled angrily.

"I’m not leaving, you are mine, you must be mine!"

Victor stubbornly grasped May, entangled.

His lips slid across her face, moved down to her smooth shoulder, gazing at her flawless skin, Victor’s eyes were nearly aflame.

He loved this woman so much, to the point of madness.

May’s wrists were skillfully restrained by Victor, unable to muster any strength to resist. Just as he was a step away from violating her, May closed her eyes tightly, then kneed Victor’s waist fiercely!

"Ugh—!!"

With a pained grunt, Victor quickly released May’s wrist, squatting on the floor.

May’s knee had hit Victor right where it counted, nearly breaking his pressing part; Victor would definitely be in pain to squat down.

May hurriedly pushed Victor away, and grabbed her clothing that Victor had pulled apart, glaring at him coldly: "Victor Grant, try to trespass me again!"

Victor looked at May speechlessly, this woman is truly... difficult!

He had forgotten, this woman was innately powerful, not someone an ordinary person could deal with; just now, he controlled her hands, completely forgetting she had strength all over her body.

"Sorry, I was wrong!" The passion faded, Victor regained basic sanity, also realizing he had just offended her, apologizing hurriedly.

Originally detesting Victor for this, but seeing him apologize, May’s heart softened a bit.

"You, you scared me just now, I thought you were going to assault me, so that’s why I..." She embarrassedly glanced at Victor’s still pained face, then looked at the place she had battered, awkwardly explaining.

Victor sighed silently in his heart, nothing more to say? She had apologized, would he still blame her truly?

"It’s my fault, the one to apologize is me."

With a fierce wife in hand, Victor suddenly felt a bleak future beckoning...

At night, Victor habitually clutched a quilt, lying at the corner of the bed, sleeping like a poor little thing. May glanced at him awkwardly, seeing his face full of melancholy, recalling the kick earlier, she felt guilty and said: "That, I really didn’t mean it earlier, are, are you alright?"

Victor looked up at her briefly and said softly, "I’m fine, just sleep."

Could he be fine? The place still throbbed faintly with pain; a normal kick would hurt terribly, let alone in such a heightened moment, it was worse than death, lucky it wasn’t broken.

But who to blame? It was his lack of control, trying to assault someone, yet lacking strength against her, he could only accept fate.

"Um, I thought about it carefully just now, and I realized I wasn’t completely right either. You’re right, after marriage, we’ll be husband and wife; if I don’t give it to you, it seems quite unfair."

Victor upon hearing this, lightened up immediately, hey, is she enlightened?

"If you genuinely feel sorry for me, then help me rub it." Victor grabbed May’s small hand and pulled it downward, frightening her, her face turned pale suddenly.

"You looking for death?" Just a moment ago sincerely apologizing, swearing to be a well-behaved little wife, May’s face changed instantly, her small hand became an eagle’s claw; if Victor dared make her touch him there, she would dare to grab it intensely and pull it apart!

May’s fierceness was something Victor had witnessed too many times. At this moment, life was at stake; no matter how much he wanted it, he dared not truly jeopardize his lifelong happiness recklessly.

"Just teasing you, I’m not that crude." Victor chuckled, freeing her angry glaring face.