Young Master Vance Has An Enchanting Wife!-Chapter 324: Since You Lied, Go Make It True

Victor Grant frowned, snatched May Morgan’s phone with some displeasure, and sternly scolded, ’Are you trying to seduce Adam Owens again?’

May felt his words were rather unreasonable, she just wanted to ask Adam about Vincent Vance, how did it become seducing Adam Owens?

"Don’t be like this, if you’re afraid I’ll say something inappropriate to Adam, then you make the call. I’ll just speak a few words to him." In order to successfully get the call, May hurriedly begged him humbly.

But even after such humble pleading, Victor still confiscated the phone in anger: "Vincent Vance is already dead, what do his funeral arrangements have to do with you? Are you thinking of going back to help him handle it?"

May was embarrassed by Victor Grant’s question and replied with a pale face: "I didn’t, can’t I just ask? He didn’t do anything to betray me, and even if he did, we shared a bond once, though he’s dead now, can’t I still ask?"

"A shared bond? Haha, you’re good with words; why don’t you act as if we share one day after day? Why do you hide from me like I’m an enemy? We are married now, you never truly cared about me."

Victor yelled angrily at May.

May did not want to argue with him, she really did not want to argue with him, although today his behavior was somewhat aggressive, she still hoped they could peacefully discuss the matter of returning home.

"Victor Grant, I don’t want to fight with you, you’re right, we are married, we can’t fight forever, but I don’t want to stay here forever, there’s not even anyone to talk to here, you might as well let me die here."

"Don’t worry, once the wedding preparations back home are ready, I’ll send you back. For now, just stay here, it’s only a few days."

Victor Grant sighed irritably, turned off the bedside lamp, and continued to lie down to rest.

May sat up straight, looked resentfully at Victor’s face, and said again: "He’s dead, why are you still jealous of him? Please send me back, let me see him laid to rest, and that piece of my heart for him will die too. I promise I will come back and live well with you."

"Do you want to see him one last time so badly?" Victor suddenly opened his eyes wide and pounced on May onto the bed.

"Then give me tonight, and once I’ve had you, I’ll let you go back. How’s that?" Victor sneered coldly and quickly tore off May’s nightwear.

"You promised not to touch me for now!" May’s face went pale, glaring at him and shouted.

He really wanted to force himself on her; May actually didn’t have much capability to escape, though she’s stronger, when it comes to fighting, she’s not as good as him.

Victor’s expression turned cold, and his eyes looking at May were filled with utmost disappointment and resentment towards her.

"So can we negotiate? You want to see that man one last time, right? I’ll make it happen for you, but you make it happen for me too. You know how much I want you, desiring you until I go mad. Let me have you, and I’ll satisfy your wish, how about it? Mm?"

After he finished speaking, his fingers suddenly reached towards her legs, May immediately widened her eyes in shock, instinctively pushing him away.

"Get out!" she glared at him in extreme anger and shouted.

"This is my house, why should I get out?" Victor’s restless hands grabbed May’s slender waist, began to wander freely on her smooth skin.

As the slightly calloused pads of his fingers lightly glided across May’s skin, her body stiffened in response.

"You won’t leave, I’ll go!" May’s eyes reddened, glaring at Victor with resentment, pushed him away, and without even wearing shoes, intended to leave the bed.

"Get back here!" Victor saw May really going to open the door to leave, hurriedly grabbed her arm and pulled her back forcefully.

"Sleep!" Victor, probably at a loss what to do with this woman, didn’t want things to get too tense, pulled May back onto the bed, then covered her with the blanket.

"I’m going to shower!" After managing May, Victor glanced at her with frustration and turned to go to the bathroom.

The earlier struggle, though only mild teasing, was still enough to ignite Victor with desire, yet this woman was untouchable. He was helpless, could only go to the bathroom to relieve himself!

May seized the opportunity when he turned into the bathroom, quickly grabbing his phone, attempting to open it and make a call.

However, Victor’s phone had a fingerprint lock, May couldn’t unlock it, fiddling for a while, ultimately threw it back on the bed in defeat.

It’s not that she didn’t trust Victor, she just couldn’t accept the fact that Vincent died just like that. May really wanted to call Adam to inquire about the situation back home.

But now her phone was deliberately confiscated by Victor when they left the country, and Victor’s phone couldn’t be unlocked. None of the landlines at home could make international calls; maybe Victor set this up deliberately or perhaps not, and the servants could not understand her Chinese, communicating with them was terribly difficult.

Damn it, why does she feel more and more as if she had been trapped in a net, all sorts of discomfort, traps, uneasiness?

Could this be all Victor Grant’s deliberate doing?

When Victor came out of the shower, he saw May already lying down obediently sleeping, glanced at his phone, felt its position seemed slightly shifted, a complex emotion flashed in his eyes.

He stared at May’s back for a while, said nothing, turned off the bedside lamp, and lay down.

This time, both were unusually quiet, after a big fight, they were like two defeated beasts, finally calming down to the point where they didn’t even have the strength to look at each other.

Victor was not sleepy, he lay there staring at the moonlight outside, lost in thought, until two hours later, he believed May should be asleep as he quietly took his phone, got up, and went outside.

He opened the phone in the hallway to check, sure enough, someone had touched his phone, just the fingerprint didn’t match, so it hadn’t been unlocked.

Earlier when he went to the bathroom to shower, he had deliberately tossed the phone on the bed, just to see May’s reaction. He didn’t want her to mess with his phone, because that would mean she didn’t trust his words at all. Yet he conflictedly knew that once he left, May would definitely use a phone to dial home and inquire about the situation.

One Miller alone wouldn’t be able to fool May, May wasn’t a fool; how could she truly believe Vincent was dead just because he or Miller said a word?