Young Master Vance Has An Enchanting Wife!-Chapter 404: You Have to Marry Me Even If You Cry

Knowing that May Morgan’s health is weak, this time Victor Grant had the driver drive, and all along the way, he held May in his arms in the back seat.

As if fearing May would run away again, Victor Grant’s arms were tensely wrapped around her, not daring to relax for a moment.

May felt distressed inside as well, not wanting to pay attention to Victor Grant, and said not a word the whole way. Victor lowered his head to look at her, and when she sensed his inquisitive gaze, she deliberately turned her face toward the window, avoiding eye contact with him.

This wasn’t a solution, and if they continued sulking like this, the wedding wouldn’t be able to proceed.

Victor was already used to lowering his head in front of May, so he didn’t mind doing it this time as well.

"May, don’t hate me, the wedding has already started, and our family has invited so many friends and relatives. My parents can’t afford to lose face, if you embarrass me today and the wedding can’t happen, I won’t be able to explain to my parents."

May clenched her fingers and said somewhat unwillingly, "You just can’t explain it to your parents? Don’t think I don’t know what’s really on your mind."

Victor tightened his grip on May’s hands unconsciously, trying to suppress his anger, he softly questioned May, "What do you think I’m thinking? I simply want to love you well, I simply want to give you a lifetime of happiness, what else could I be thinking? Do you think there’s anything else I could be thinking?"

Unconvinced, May glared at him and asked, "You want to give me happiness? But is that the happiness I want? Have you ever truly thought about what I truly want?"

Her words completely aroused Victor’s anger. If he didn’t care so deeply for this woman, with his temper in the past, he would have slapped this ungrateful woman long ago.

"What do you want? Don’t you just want to go back to Vincent Vance’s side? May, don’t be ungrateful, who was it that agreed to marry me? It was you, you who repeatedly said you would marry me. Now that it’s come to this point, you want to back out, is that it?"

"I’m not trying to back out, I just want you to know that forced love isn’t sweet. What I owe you, I’ll repay, but love repaid isn’t true love."

"Being with me isn’t love, but being with Vincent Vance is, right?" Victor was furious, truly beyond rage, and these were issues he had been trying to avoid, fearing disharmony would arise at their wedding, yet after all his restraint, in the end, these cracks still appeared.

He knew loving this woman was exhausting, but no matter how exhausting, he was willing to persist, because he loved her, he had never loved anyone this much before, truly never.

After all he’s done for her, does she not feel even a bit of gratefulness?

"May, this is my last warning to you, don’t provoke me, otherwise, I’ll make sure Vincent Vance cannot survive, I mean it!"

Victor suddenly released May and pointed at her forehead, threatening her aggressively.

It was clear that Victor had truly reached the limit of his patience this time. May knew that at this moment, she had no way out, but as soon as she thought of Vincent, it felt like a huge part of her heart was empty, suffocatingly painful.

"Victor, what will it take for you to let me go..." May unwillingly bit her lip, struggling to ask him.

Victor, driven by anger, turned and looked out the window, shouting, "Unless you die, otherwise, what you owe me, you’ll never be able to repay in a lifetime!"

"Okay, I understand..."

A moment of despair flashed through her heart, May suddenly weakly closed her eyes, leaning her body against the back seat, and said nothing more.

Victor sensed something off about her tone, quickly turned to look at her, only to see her deliberately closing her eyes, not wanting to speak to him anymore. After thinking for a moment, he, too, angrily turned away, remaining silent.

The car drove straight to the wedding venue, as all the guests were already seated, just waiting for May, the bride, to make her entrance. To save time, Victor directly took May to the backstage dressing room, instructing staff to do her makeup while a spare wedding gown was brought over for her to change into.

While getting her makeup done, May looked at herself in the mirror and suddenly thought of her wedding with Vincent. Thinking about how, from now on, they would be like strangers, never able to be together again, she suddenly couldn’t hold back her tears.

"Hey, don’t cry, bride! Crying will ruin the freshly done makeup!" The makeup artist responsible for May’s makeup saw her suddenly tearing up and quickly tried to comfort her.

But the more they comforted her, the harder May cried. She knew backing out of the wedding would be unfair to Victor, but marrying Victor wasn’t fair to Vincent either. Right now, she really wanted to die; dying would resolve all these conflicts. Dying would lead to liberation from everything.

"On such a joyous day, girl, don’t cry, otherwise how will you go on stage later?" The makeup artist saw May crying more and more fiercely, couldn’t help but take a tissue, gently wiping the tears from the corner of her eyes.

Despite all the comforting, May showed no sign of stopping; if it continued like this, they would definitely miss the timing. The makeup artist, really having no choice, went out to bring Victor in, hoping he would solve the present situation.

Victor saw May sitting at the dressing table, crying continuously, her makeup was impossible to apply, and annoyed, he said to the makeup artist, "Just remove her makeup, and do a simple styling."

The makeup artist felt there was no other option, and fortunately, May looked beautiful even barefaced. Makeup covered up some of her original radiance. So, once Victor spoke, the stylist and makeup artist set to work on May again, wiping off her foundation and other products from her face.

Perhaps growing too anxious from waiting, Heather Holt couldn’t resist running backstage to check on the situation.

She opened the door and immediately saw Victor’s particularly unpleasant expression, and May’s bare face with puffy, peach-like eyes, and couldn’t help but ask in surprise, "Victor, what’s going on? Did you two argue again?"

Victor sighed slightly, trying to remain calm as he explained to his mother, "No, May is allergic to the makeup, so we just removed it."

Hearing this, Heather quickly walked over, looked at May’s face, and said sympathetically, "How did this happen? Haven’t you worn makeup before? Or is it because of poor-quality products this time? Look at your face, it’s a bit swollen."

After speaking, Heather lovingly took a tissue to gently wipe away the tear marks from the corners of May’s eyes. May looked up at her, felt her nose sour, and couldn’t help but start crying again.

In truth, Heather was genuinely kind to her, treating her like her own daughter during their time together, possibly even better than her own mother.

In many instances, May couldn’t bring herself to break up with Victor mostly out of consideration for Heather, who treated her so well. She always feared speaking too harshly would break Heather’s heart.