Young Master Vance Has An Enchanting Wife!-Chapter 312: The Lavish Mother-in-law

"Consider yourself sensible!" May Morgan thought, you can’t speak nicely to Victor Grant; if you show weakness, he’ll just take advantage of you!

Just as May Morgan turned around, intending to sleep, a strong and powerful hand suddenly reached over her head, gently lifted her small head, and quickly rested it on his arm.

Hmm? 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

May Morgan turned her head in surprise to glance behind, almost bumping into Victor Grant’s prominent nose, frightened, she quickly turned back around, leaving her back to him.

"I promise not to touch you, but can you let me hold you while we sleep?" Victor Grant cautiously asked for May Morgan’s opinion.

May Morgan lowered her head to glance at the arm she was resting on, suddenly recalling that man.

At that time, she also slept with his arm beneath her head every day, from initially feeling uncomfortable, to gradually adapting, and then to later being unable to part with it; the heartache during this period, only she understood.

"Every time I see you curled up in the corner hugging a pillow to sleep, it makes me feel quite sad. I don’t have any other thoughts, just want to hold you, give you a sense of security, make you feel like there’s still a man in this world willing to love you sincerely. May Morgan, if you don’t like me touching you, then I won’t touch you until the day you willingly let me, but can you let me hold you? I just want to show you how much I love you, and how much I care about your well-being."

Victor Grant lowered his head sorrowfully and gently rubbed May Morgan’s head with his handsome chin, speaking with a hint of sadness, "May Morgan, my feelings for you are as clear as day and night. I don’t ask for much, just hope you won’t resist me so much, and slowly accept me, okay?"

May Morgan quietly hung her head, feeling incredibly conflicted inside. Victor Grant is a straightforward, tough guy, rarely saying such sentimental words. If not for her, he probably wouldn’t have even said such cheesy things even if you beat him to death, right?

"Hmm..." After thinking for a long time, May Morgan eventually nodded, agreeing to his proposal.

Just that simple nod, a single, "Hmm," made Victor Grant as excited as if he had obtained a treasure.

"Thank you, thank you for giving me a chance, really..." He hugged the girl in his arms tightly, feeling so emotional that his speech became a bit stuttered, "May Morgan, I... I didn’t know... I didn’t know I’d ever have a day where you would accept me. Am I dreaming?"

Listening to his silly words, May Morgan couldn’t help but laugh, "You’re not dreaming, it’s real, it’s late, let’s sleep."

"Alright, sleep, sleep, hugging my little wife to sleep!" Victor Grant chuckled delightedly twice, and couldn’t help but hold the woman in his arms a little tighter.

That’s how, step by step, he and she don’t need to progress too quickly, just little by little, mutually accepting each other, and living closely together.

This kind of ending is the best ending...

The next morning, Victor Grant took May Morgan to the Grant Residence, marking May Morgan’s first entrance into the Grant Family’s territory, gazing ahead at a luxurious manor resembling a medieval castle, May Morgan’s eyes nearly glazed over.

If Zenith Villa is the top-tier luxury villa in Silverwood City, then the Grant Family’s castle could be likened to a Royal Annex.

"May Morgan, these are the wedding dress samples I had someone send over yesterday, take a look first, because your wedding date is quite tight, custom-made dresses won’t be possible. These several styles are the latest released today by S.J. Fashion Media, if you fancy any, I’ll have people airlift it over, and adjust the size upon arrival."

Heather Holt handed a beautifully crafted bridal magazine to May Morgan, indicating her to choose, as May Morgan looked at the magazine filled with English letters, likely a foreign publication, she couldn’t read a single word, only flipping through the pictures.

The wedding dresses here were all designed by top-tier masters, the styles were both novel and exquisite, each one could be flaunted by the media for a year, after looking at a few, May Morgan felt dazzled, not knowing what to say.

She hadn’t particularly studied these overly fashionable things before, and given all the English letters, she dared not ask or speak rashly, after all, she couldn’t read the letters, though she could count the numbers.

The pricing for each wedding dress was basically in the six or seven-figure range, and it wasn’t RMB, it was in British Pounds, thus calculated, each wedding dress was at least worth millions.

"Auntie, um... Mom, you know more about fashion than I do, whichever you see fit just order that one for me."

May Morgan bashfully handed the magazine back to Heather Holt, politely speaking.

"How can that be? Getting married is a woman’s top priority, and wedding dresses can’t be carelessly picked. Honestly, if Victor hadn’t repeatedly asked for an earlier wedding date, I wouldn’t advise a tight schedule, considering how preparing many things will be challenging and may not be perfect."

Heather Holt had barely started to complain when Victor Grant, frightened, immediately interrupted, "Mom, bring that magazine over, I’ll help May Morgan choose."

He said this, then rose to take the magazine from Heather Holt, and took the chance to give his mom a warning look; realizing she misspoke, Heather Holt quickly closed her mouth.

Victor Grant seriously flipped through the magazine and pointed to a wedding dress priced in the eight-figure range, asking May Morgan, "How about this one?"

May Morgan lowered her head to take a look, eyeing all those zeros with embarrassment, saying, "Isn’t it too expensive?"

This wedding dress was in the seven-figure range, but converted to British Pounds, it was several million pounds, just for a wedding dress, was it necessary to buy one so expensive?

And this wedding dress appeared to be the centerpiece of the magazine, the entire publication only featured this one eight-figure dress, placed in the most prominent spot, the price was self-evident.

"It’s alright, we only get married once in a lifetime, I just want to have you dressed beautifully, making you the most beautiful bride in the world," Victor Grant smiled glancing at May Morgan, then boldly made a decision to his mom, "This one, within two days, have them ship it directly to France."

Heather Holt, also a generous person, looked at the wedding dress briefly and promptly nodded in agreement, "Alright, I’ll call to order."

The wedding dress was worth millions, but Heather Holt didn’t even furrow a brow, immediately paying full price for customization, leaving May Morgan feeling especially embarrassed.

"The wedding dress is sorted, how about the rings? Have a look, at this year’s Cartier new diamond ring styles, if you fancy any, let me know and I’ll order them for you right away."

After finalizing the wedding dress, Heather Holt then presented another jewelry fashion magazine to May Morgan, "I noticed you usually don’t wear much jewelry, the styles here are all for you to consider, if anything catches your eye, tell me and I’ll buy them all for you."