Young Master Vance Has An Enchanting Wife!-Chapter 363: You Really Don’t Care About This Marriage

Monica Lambert saw that May Morgan was sincerely asking her to come over, hesitated a bit, and then nodded in agreement: "Alright, I’ll go tell my parents, and then I’ll go with you."

Monica didn’t dare to tell her parents that she was going to try on wedding dresses with May, so she lied, saying that a classmate had called her out. Her parents didn’t pay much attention and agreed.

On the way, Monica’s curious eyes kept looking at Victor Grant’s face ahead. Speaking of May’s current fiancé, although he wasn’t as ridiculously handsome as Vincent Vance, he was still quite dashing. However, he gave off a slightly intimidating vibe.

"May, how long have you known this Mr. Grant?" Monica was too shy to directly ask May how her divorce with Vincent came about, so she asked indirectly.

May glanced at Victor Grant in front, seeing no reaction from him, and then quietly explained to Monica: "I’ve known him for a long time. Back when I had a misunderstanding with Vincent, he was the one who took care of me, so..."

May didn’t finish her sentence, but Monica understood the implication. Thinking of all that happened when May and Vincent got married, Monica remarked to May with some feeling: "Well, it’s for the best. My mom said last time that with everything that happened during your wedding, it was bound to be rocky, and turns out she was right."

May gave a wry smile, lowered her head, and said nothing. Indeed, ever since she and Vincent got together, things had constantly happened: first, her grandmother’s tragic death, then Monica’s parents, and Melanie Morgan, Melody White, Arthur Vance, whether good people or bad, all ended up dead.

She didn’t know if it was a natural clash between her and Vincent, or if it was her own problem. In any case, as long as she was with Vincent, bad things just seemed to happen.

These memories exhausted her every time she recalled them, but no matter how tiring, she couldn’t relinquish the love Vincent gave her. She truly couldn’t.

Even if heaven opposed, and earth opposed, as long as you were willing to stay by my side, I would wholeheartedly love you.

Monica saw that May seemed to be somewhat reserved with Victor Grant, so she stopped asking and instead took out her phone to secretly send May a text message.

"May, I heard last time that a lot of strange things happened at Zenith Villa. How’s Vincent doing? Can you really let him go?"

May looked at the text she received, hesitated for a moment, and then told her: "I can’t let go, but I promised Victor Grant that I would marry him. I have no choice now."

Monica was shocked and quickly asked May: "You didn’t bring me here because you needed something from me, did you?"

"Monica, I don’t need anything from you; I just felt troubled and wanted to talk to someone. I’m getting married to Victor Grant in five days, and I have no friends, just you, and I can’t express the bitterness inside."

"Alright, alright, I’ll stay with you tonight, I won’t leave. We’ll talk more in the evening."

Monica turned to glance at May, but even though she kept her head down, her eyes and brows revealed such sorrow that it pained one to look at her. She then lifted her gaze slightly to check on Victor Grant ahead, beginning to silently scheme in her mind.

Victor Grant drove the car back to the villa, and the wedding dress ordered by Heather Holt was also delivered. The dress was truly beautiful, worth millions, and indeed extraordinary. Even the diamonds encrusted on it were genuine.

Monica swallowed with a tinge of envy, gazing at May dressed in the wedding gown, her eyes sparkling like stars: "May, you look truly beautiful in that wedding dress."

May smiled faintly, not even turning to look at the mirror behind her, as she planned to go inside and take it off.

Beside her, Victor Grant watched her, feeling a heaviness in his heart.

"Miller, take this young lady downstairs for some fruit and rest," Victor Grant discreetly arranged for Monica to leave.

After Miller led Monica downstairs, Victor Grant abruptly pushed open the door to the dressing room, barging in boldly.

May had just taken off the wedding dress, wearing only her underwear, and seeing Victor Grant suddenly rush in, she quickly covered her chest in fright, angrily rebuking him: "What are you doing?"

Victor’s eyes seemed to flicker with fiery intensity: "To see how you looked in the wedding dress."

May bit her lip and glared at him angrily, saying, "Didn’t you see just now?"

"It wasn’t enough; you were out there for such a short time. How could I have seen enough?" Victor Grant extended an arm, pinning May against the door behind her.

He slightly raised his thigh, wedging it between May’s slender legs, restraining her: "Besides, you also look quite good without the wedding dress."

He finished, reaching out to gently pinch May’s delicate chin, lifting it high: "I just realized how beautiful my woman really is..."

As he gazed into her captivating, misty eyes, and at her cherry-like charming mouth, Victor couldn’t help tightening with desire, wanting nothing more than to devour the woman before him. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

"Are you crazy? Monica is still outside!" May frowned, vexed, giving Victor a shove, but Victor was skilled in maintaining control. No matter how she pushed, she couldn’t budge the body pressed against hers.

Victor bent his head slightly, whispering a threat beside May’s ear: "I’ve told you, I don’t fight you because I don’t want to resort to violence. When I truly desire you, you won’t be able to escape."

"I know..." May acknowledged, understanding that a man’s strength and a woman’s differed vastly. Even if she was extraordinarily strong, compared to Victor Grant, she was still no match. Besides, with his past experience with countless women, he naturally knew how to completely subdue a woman.

Thinking of these things, May suddenly laughed coldly: "With all your experience, I can’t compete with you."

Victor glanced at May, seeing the mocking smile on her face, his body stiffened slightly, and he irritably explained: "I’ve told you before, I used to be a bastard, but I’ve changed now, isn’t that enough?"

May didn’t want to engage with him, deliberately turning her face away as if ignoring him. Seeing her like this, Victor became annoyed: "So what if I’ve been with many women?! Was Vincent Vance entirely innocent? When he was engaged to your sister, I don’t believe he never touched her."

"He didn’t!" May couldn’t tolerate Victor Grant insulting Vincent like this, so she sternly rebuked him: "You are you; he is him. Don’t assume because you’re rotten, all men in the world are like you. He isn’t as indiscriminate as you are!"

"So what if I’m a bastard!"

May’s words "indiscriminate" utterly infuriated Victor, making him punch the door behind her, creating a hole in the door panel.