Young Master Vance Has An Enchanting Wife!-Chapter 364: He May Not Be Innocent Either

Before falling in love, Victor Grant once thought sleeping with women was no big deal. To him, those women represented nothing more than a physical need; they wanted money, he sought pleasure. But now, he truly understands that one must not be too indulgent. Once you meet a girl you genuinely care for, you realize that all your past pride turns into blemishes before this woman.

If time could rewind, he wouldn’t wish for such a life. If he had known he would meet May Morgan, would love her so intensely, he too would have preserved a good reputation like Vincent Vance.

May Morgan calmly glanced at the hole he punched in the wall and then at his bleeding hand, and the stubbornness in her eyes finally receded a bit.

"Your hand is bleeding; let me bandage it for you."

May Morgan looked at Victor Grant’s fingers, dressed up, and led him outside.

Victor Grant had a lot to say to her, but when the words reached his lips, he didn’t know what to say.

He wasn’t a tongue-tied man, but in front of May Morgan, he always found himself at a loss for words.

May Morgan fetched a first aid kit and while helping Victor Grant clean the splinters from his fingers, she said softly: "I was a bit rash earlier, don’t mind it."

Victor Grant never expected her to apologize to him, and the anger in his heart dissipated significantly, he sighed slightly, and his tone softened a lot: "It was my fault; I was too indulgent before."

May Morgan looked up at him, her eyes flashing with complex emotions: "It’s nothing, aren’t all men like this?"

Victor Grant felt particularly uncomfortable hearing this. Yes, most men are like that, but why does May Morgan treat him differently from Vincent Vance? Is his indulgence understandable? Yet, when he criticized Vincent Vance, May Morgan reacted as if he’d stepped on her tail?

"It’s okay for me to go out looking for women, but not okay for me to say Vincent Vance had a relationship with your sister? May Morgan, you really disappoint me!"

Victor Grant was extremely frustrated, and he abruptly pushed May Morgan’s hand away and stood up from the sofa.

May Morgan still held the gauze to wipe his blood, bewilderedly looking up at him.

"So if I go out looking for women now, would you not care?" Victor Grant felt a sudden surge of nameless anger and coldly pointed at May Morgan’s face, questioning her.

May Morgan didn’t want to argue with him. His temper was uncontrollable, and whenever they argued, he would get angry. Although he never really hurt her, seeing him like this made her feel very upset.

"Don’t be like this, Victor Grant. I never said I don’t care about you."

May Morgan slowly stood up from the sofa, then picked up another piece of gauze, intending to bandage Victor Grant’s injured hand. But when her hand touched his fingers, Victor Grant irritably flung it away.

"You don’t need to pretend with me; I know exactly how you truly feel about me!" Just now, when trying on wedding dresses, Victor Grant could see from May Morgan’s lazy demeanor that her attitude towards the marriage was not merely indifferent, but even resentful.

He tried every way possible to be kind to her, just to make her his bride one day. For this marriage, he invested so much, but in the end, what did he get?

May Morgan sighed with some helplessness, losing her patience in appeasing Victor Grant. She turned away and threw the gauze into the medicine box, sulkily saying: "Think what you want. If you feel I’m not caring enough, then let me go!"

"Don’t even think about it!" Victor Grant forcibly pushed May Morgan onto the sofa behind her, pressing his whole body over hers swiftly: "I shouldn’t have been gentle with you; I should’ve claimed you early on. You women are just cheap; once you give me your body, your heart won’t have so many thoughts."

Victor Grant spoke as he randomly kissed May Morgan’s face, "What if I’ve been with many women? I’m quite experienced; don’t worry, I’ll be gentle later, won’t hurt you. How do you want me to touch you, front or back? Or above?"

"Get lost!" May Morgan was almost driven insane by Victor Grant. She wanted to reach out and slap Victor Grant, but as soon as she extended her hand, Victor Grant swiftly grabbed it, lifting it high, preventing her from exerting any force.

"Still have the energy to curse, right? Then I’ll just shut your mouth!" Victor Grant sneered, grabbing May Morgan’s lips and kissing her fiercely.

May Morgan got angry, opened her mouth, and bit his lip, drawing blood. Yet even so, Victor Grant still seemed insane, showing no sign of retreat. Instead, he took the opportunity to advance.

"Don’t force me!"

At that moment, May Morgan felt heat rushing throughout her body. She could give herself to Victor Grant on the wedding night, but she couldn’t accept being treated so roughly.

This was humiliation, not love!

"So what if I’m forcing you? Your heart is only with Vincent Vance, so give your body to me, and then it’s fair for everyone, isn’t it?"

Victor Grant finished speaking, and with one hand, suddenly reached between her legs. May Morgan’s body stiffened, and she abruptly broke down, bending her legs and fiercely jabbing at Victor Grant’s abdomen.

That move truly hurt Victor Grant. Despite tolerating the pain in his abdomen kicked by May Morgan, he slightly lifted his body and couldn’t help but release his grip on May Morgan’s right hand.

"Victor Grant, I’m telling you to get lost, get lost!" May Morgan released all her strength and pushed Victor Grant off her, breaking down and crying out: "Victor Grant, I just don’t love you, what’s wrong with not loving you? You forced me to marry you, you pushed me into this marriage. Everything was your doing; I didn’t leave; I already agreed to marry you. What more do you want? What more do you want?"

May Morgan sobbed, her tears pouring down like rain. The suppressed grievances she held finally found complete release at this moment. What was wrong with not loving Victor Grant? What was wrong with not wanting to marry him? Why does he insist on forcing her like this? She already gave him her body; does he still want her heart?

Victor Grant stood up from the sofa in disappointment, coldly looking at May Morgan. Though he knew long ago what she was thinking, when she finally said it, he still felt deeply wounded.

"You don’t love me, do you? I treat you so well; I give you my heart, yet you don’t want to love me, do you?" Victor Grant desperately extended his hand, pointing at May Morgan’s face, questioning her word by word: "So you don’t care what I used to be like because in your heart, there’s never been a place for me. And so, even if I continue living freely in the future, you’d still be indifferent, right?"