Go back? What a joke, go back and wait to hand over the wife he worked so hard to get? Only if he’s lost his mind.
"You’re breaking your promise. You said you’d go back after getting the certificate," May was anxious seeing him going back on his word.
Victor Grant’s way of shalessness is top-notch: "So what? If I didn’t say that, would you have obediently gone to get the certificate with ?"
"You bastard, you’re deceiving into marriage!"
"So what? Go find a lawyer to sue then? You don’t even speak English well, who can you find? Just stay at ho, after a while, I’ll find soone to help you get rid of the Dragon Insect, then you’ll give a child!"
"Get lost!" May was so angry at Victor Grant, without a word, she threw a pillow at his shaless face: "If you don’t let go back, I’ll go on a hunger strike!"
Victor Grant grabbed the pillow she threw, and tossed it back at her: "No worries, go on your hunger strike, but I can tell you, on the day you die, I’ll personally shoot Vincent Vance, and let him go down to accompany you in the grave!"
"You bastard, don’t touch him!" May was frightened by Victor Grant’s threat to Vincent’s life and yelled imdiately.
"I can leave him alone, but it depends on whether you cooperate or not!" Victor pinched May’s delicate chin and coldly threatened her.
May froze for a mont, stubbornly turned her head aside, and said nothing.
Victor let go of her and turned towards the door: "Whether you co down to eat or not is up to you, but I can tell you, if I’m in a good mood, maybe in a few days, I’ll take you back."
May stared blankly at the figure of him closing the door and leaving, hesitating for a long ti. Thinking of the words Jacob Jennings had said to her, she couldn’t calm her heart.
No way, she must go back, even if she can’t stay by Vincent’s side, at least seeing he’s okay would be good.
Victor sat at the dining table, waited for May for half an hour, waited until the dishes were about to get cold, before he saw May slowly coming down.
Seeing her co down, Victor’s eyes darkened. The words said in the room were just angry talk. Unless absolutely necessary, he didn’t want to touch Vincent, but if May insists on going back to that man, then don’t bla him for being rude.
Seeing May obediently sitting down, Victor quickly got up to pour May a glass of red wine and graciously placed it in front of her: "Have so wine to celebrate, after all, today is our big day."
May glanced at him warily and didn’t move the red wine in front of her: "Alcohol leads to reckless actions!"
Victor almost died from anger at May’s words – alcohol leads to recklessness? Even if they did end up doing it, it’s no big deal, right? They are now husband and wife; isn’t it normal to do that?
"So you’re saying you don’t plan to give it to ?" Victor picked up the red wine and gulped it down fiercely.
May looked up at him, her fingers slightly clenched, and said softly: "I didn’t say I wouldn’t give it to you, but I’m not ready now."
"When will you be ready, give a tiline." Victor poured himself another full glass and drank it down again.
Watching him drink so aggressively, May said fearfully: "Don’t drink so much, okay? What if you get drunk later?"
Victor snorted, and retorted to May: "Are you afraid I’ll lose control after drinking and touch you? Don’t worry, if I wanted to force myself on you, I would’ve had you upstairs just now."
The reason I didn’t touch you is because I still want to respect you, and don’t want our relationship to beco irreversibly worse.
But, this doesn’t an Victor Grant doesn’t have a temper.
May was sowhat embarrassed by his questioning, stubbornly turned her face away and softly said: "I didn’t think that way, it’s your problem."
"My problem? Okay, but you haven’t answered yet. When will you willingly give it to ? I can’t marry a wife just to look at and not touch, can I?"
"You..." Victor’s lewd words made May’s cheeks turn red, and she glared at him rather displeased: "I didn’t say I wouldn’t give it to you, I said I need so ti to adjust."
"Then after the big wedding, there are more than ten days, enough for you to consider!" Victor took a deep breath, looked up at the luxurious crystal chandelier above, and at the grand palace-like decorated house.
"You really give headaches. I believe I have decent qualifications, there are countless won who want to marry , they could circle Silverwood City, and I know those won truly admire my money, my family’s status, and the luxurious life after marriage. Although I despise such won, sotis, I really hope you were like other girls—to admire those things about , because at least this way, I would have a very fulfilling sense of satisfaction and even feel grounded, because I can provide for you within my capabilities."
Victor suddenly sighed dejectedly and looked at the woman across from him: "But what you want is just what’s pleasing to your heart, and what pleases you is not . May, what should I do with you? What do I have to do to make you willing to look at more? What do I have to do to make you willing to spend your life with ?"
Victor’s words inevitably caused May’s heart to ache sharply, she didn’t want to treat him this way either, but...
"I’m sorry, I know I’ve wronged you. I haven’t been wholehearted about this marriage; I’m sorry to you, sorry to your parents." May’s nose started to tingle, and she suddenly choked up: "I’m not necessarily going back to Vincent’s side, I just want to see him, as long as he’s okay, I’ll be at ease."
"You don’t have to lie to , I understand your personality too well; once you go back, we’re finished." Victor shook his head and said stubbornly: "Don’t bla for being ruthless, I really have no confidence in you anymore. When Vincent treated you that way before, you rejected in every possible way, never accepting , let alone now that he’s cleared himself. Do you think I’m stupid? I won’t let you two et, never."
May unwillingly clenched her fist and argued with Victor: "I’ve married you according to your terms, what more do you want? Are you going to keep locked up for life?"
"I won’t do that, but in the short term, I won’t let you leave. You should give up." Victor poured the remaining wine into his glass and drank it all, then he got up and left.
"Victor Grant, don’t make hate you!" Seeing Victor about to go upstairs, May shouted furiously.
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