Upon hearing that Victor Grant, the jinx, had left, May Morgan finally felt relieved. She hurriedly covered her chest and chanted Amitabha: ’Thank God, that guy is finally gone.’
Vincent Vance, curiously observing May Morgan’s face filled with extre distaste for Victor Grant, couldn’t help but ask: ’Do you hate that guy a lot?’
Of course, May dared not tell Vincent about Victor Grant’s teasing, or Vincent would definitely pull a gun on that bastard, and the trouble is, that guy was no pushover—who knew who’d co out on top? So, for the sake of peace, she decided to be a woman with high emotional intelligence, saying only what needed saying, and not a single punctuation mark more.
"Yes, that guy just spews foul language and tells dirty jokes. Standing next to him was so awkward; I was even worried he’d influence the baby’s prenatal education."
May’s words amused Vincent, who couldn’t help but laugh. He reached out to pat her head, gently comforting her: "Don’t worry. For the sake of our baby’s prenatal education, I won’t let you have contact with him again."
"But he took the diamond ring you gave . I need to find a way to get it back, don’t I?"
The diamond ring was so expensive, Vincent would definitely ask about its whereabouts if he knew it was missing. Rather than face his questioning, May thought it better to co clean to avoid trouble.
"Victor Grant told , and later I’ll take a check to find him and help you redeem the diamond ring." Vincent guided May downstairs.
Downstairs, the servants had already prepared a lavish lunch. After seating May, Vincent ensured she was settled at the table, but he didn’t sit down himself.
"I’m going to the study to get sothing. I’ll head to the office right after; you eat first." Vincent gestured to May as he prepared to head upstairs.
May, sowhat puzzled by his hurried deanor, said with concern: "Can’t you eat before going upstairs?"
Vincent turned and smiled at her, but stubbornly chose to head upstairs: "I’ll be quick. You eat first."
Before going upstairs, he suddenly turned to the servant standing nearby, Aunt Miller, and instructed: "Co up with to get sothing."
Aunt Miller hurried to follow Vincent up to the study on the second floor, while May watched them disappear into the staircase, sighed, and stared blankly at the big table of food.
Honestly, the food was truly delicious—visually appealing, aromatic, and tasty—but she was the only one eating such a grand spread, which made it quite dull.
May casually picked so dishes, slowly eating while glancing back at the staircase, wondering what Vincent was doing in the study. He said he’d just grab sothing and co back, yet ten minutes went by and he hadn’t returned from upstairs.
May patiently waited for him for a while longer until finally hearing movent on the stairs. Excitedly, she looked back to see Vincent with Aunt Miller slowly coming downstairs, Aunt Miller holding a big box filled with the docunts Vincent needed to take.
Reaching the living room, Vincent turned and instructed Aunt Miller: "Take these items to my car first; I’ll take them to the company a bit later."
"Yes, young master!" Aunt Miller agreed, and she headed out with the stack of docunts.
Finally, May saw Vincent coming over, and before he could sit, she eagerly piled lots of food into his bowl.
"Hurry and eat, the dishes are getting cold!"
Vincent looked down at the food May had placed in his bowl, a gleam of warmth flashed in his eyes: ’You’ve learned to care for people? Very good, you’re making progress.’
May, embarrassed by his praise, quickly laughed sheepishly and said: "This is reciprocation; you’re good to , so I’ll be good to you."
Vincent smiled, picked up chopsticks, and began eating all the food she gave him, contentedly remarking: "Even though your cooking isn’t great, helping your husband with food is already impressive. I’m quite satisfied."
"Actually, I can cook—how about I cook for you tonight?" ntioning cooking, May suddenly got excited, putting down her chopsticks, eyes shining, eager to showcase her skills to Vincent for dinner.
Thinking of the overly salty tomato scrambled eggs May made last ti, Vincent’s temple throbbed: ’No, you’re pregnant, don’t tire yourself out.’
"I won’t! The doctor even suggested I exercise a bit, or else I might develop high blood pressure."
"Forget it; with your petite fra, lying in bed every day wouldn’t even cause high blood pressure." Vincent sweet-talked as if his words were coated in honey, but inwardly he was groaning, thinking, ’Is what you make even food? It’s poison, and not the kind you can avoid eating! To live a few more days, you’re better off staying away from the kitchen.’
"Oh, sothing happened during this trip to Crestwood; your sister... she’s dead!"
Vincent thought he had to tell May about lanie’s disappearance; otherwise, she would ask around. But thankfully, in such an environnt, lanie’s disappearance ant death, so telling May about it could count as giving her so good news.
"Dead? How did she die?" May asked in shock, her eyes wide, unable to help but inquire further.
Vincent hesitated slightly, then incompletely inford May: "On the way, we encountered so Poisonous Insects chasing us. Your sister was killed by those insects."
"Poisonous Insects? You got attacked by them?" Now, May was even more shocked.
As soone from Crestwood, she had heard about raising insects, but an attack by them was sothing new. Moreover, why would those insects target Vincent? And how did lanie die so coincidentally?
Vincent wondered whether to tell May about last night’s incident and, after so thought, pulled out a piece of Fragrant Bone Wood from his pocket to show her.
"Do you recognize this?"
Curiously, May got up and took the Fragrant Bone Wood from Vincent’s hand. The wood emitted a strong aroma, which made May feel nauseous.
"What is this? The sll is terrible..." Unwilling to hold it any longer, May quickly threw the piece of wood back into Vincent’s hand. But shortly after speaking, she felt as if a hand was clawing at her throat, causing her to retch.
Seeing her reaction, Vincent imdiately stood up, supported her to rest on the side.
"Are you alright? Did the Fragrant Bone Wood make you ill?"
After a while, May stopped vomiting and felt a little better.
"Fragrant Bone Wood? You said that was Fragrant Bone Wood?" Upon hearing those words, May’s eyes widened instantly, staring intently at Vincent to demand answers.
May’s reaction indicated she knew the origins of the Fragrant Bone Wood; otherwise, she wouldn’t have looked at him this way.
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