CHAPTER 391: CHAPTER 391: WILL YOU REMAIN PURE FOR HIM?

"Vincent, let’s not talk about Victor Grant tonight." May suddenly closed her eyes, her mood heavy, and leaned peacefully against Vincent’s strong and powerful chest. She listened to his strong heartbeat, her nose slightly sour, feeling the urge to cry again.

"I haven’t heard your heartbeat for a long time."

She remembered those times when she would curl up in his embrace to sleep, only feeling secure listening to his heartbeat. Even after they parted ways, she struggled with insomnia for a long time, missing that comforting feeling; she felt uneasy.

Vincent let out a slight sigh, tightened his grip around the girl in his arms, and said with emotion, "Do you think I don’t feel the same? Since you left, every time I go to bed and see that large empty space beside me, my heart feels particularly uncomfortable. After getting used to sleeping with you, suddenly without your presence, I don’t know where to place my arm... Several times, I’d wake up in the middle of the night, habitually reaching out to hold you, but when my hands grasped nothing, that feeling of loss and heartache—I will never forget in this lifetime..."

"Stop talking; it hurts to listen..."

Vincent wasn’t a man who liked to say emotional things, but when he did, they were heartfelt words. Listening made May feel uncomfortable, her nose sour, fearing she might waver on her promise to Victor Grant if she continued listening.

After all, the Grant Family treated her well. Although Victor once wanted Vincent dead, he had risked his life several times to save Vincent; May felt she couldn’t repay this kindness even if she sacrificed her life.

She wasn’t heartless, so she couldn’t be ruthless toward Victor.

Besides, with Victor’s current power and stubbornness, if she dared to break off the engagement, his anger might implicate Vincent. Vincent’s strength was now far less than before, and she feared he couldn’t compete with Victor Grant.

"Alright, then let’s stop talking." Vincent smiled, patting May’s back, indicating she should get up: "Lying here like this isn’t a solution; let’s get up. By the way, you haven’t had dinner yet, right?"

When May arrived, it was still early. Vincent figured she must have come over without having dinner, so he quickly instructed a servant to prepare some of May’s old favorite dishes for dinner, specifically asking the chef to make a blood-nourishing soup.

"I haven’t eaten either; let’s eat together!" It had been a long time since Vincent sat at the same table with May to eat. Even though he had already eaten dinner, he still wanted to find any excuse to spend more time with her.

Even if they did nothing, just like now, watching her eat was enough.

Seeing Vincent watching her eat, May felt a bit self-conscious and said to him, "You eat too; why are you watching me?"

Vincent chuckled and pushed her favorite almond tofu in front of her, gesturing for her to eat more: "Watching you eat is enough; your beauty is fulfilling."

May rolled her eyes at him, couldn’t help putting down her chopsticks, and asked, "Do you get full just by watching me eat?"

Vincent couldn’t help but laugh at her teasing. Her eating manner was still the same, not at all elegant, but in Vincent’s eyes, it was adorably clumsy. He liked her this way, eating without manners, sleeping without form, because it made her more real.

"Actually, I’ve had dinner, but I wanted to eat a meal with you." Vincent gazed deeply at May’s enchanting face and slowly said, "Jacob said I am mesmerized by you because of the love poison inside you, but I don’t think so. I like you as a person. From before you were affected by the Dragon Insect, I liked you. May, no matter what you change into, I will still like you. This feeling will never change for a lifetime."

May touched her face, looking up to ask Vincent, "Then what if I were disfigured? Would you still like me?"

"Yes, still like you..." Vincent looked at May with deep affection and said, word by word, "To love someone is to naturally be fond of her soul, to love the feeling of being with her, not simply the infatuation with her appearance. May, what I like is you as a person; I love every moment together with you. Even if you were disfigured, I’d still love you as before."

Vincent’s words made May’s heart suddenly ache, and she couldn’t help but want to cry again: "I hate you; stop saying such emotional things; otherwise, my heart will feel uncomfortable again."

She would rather Vincent say some heartless words to make her completely give up on him, so she could peacefully marry Victor Grant. But now, with him saying these things to her, her heart was becoming increasingly chaotic.

She feared she couldn’t make it through tonight, feared that when the sun rose tomorrow, she wouldn’t want to go back.

Vincent didn’t want to make May cry, so he quickly said, "Alright, then I won’t say anything. May, words you don’t want to hear, I won’t say a word in the future. Things you don’t want me to do, I won’t do them at all in the future. Is this okay?"

For someone so decisive and domineering, yet in front of her, he was so cautious and even somewhat humble, seeking her opinion. May just felt increasingly uncomfortable, wanting to suffocate.

"I, I’m full..." May quickly put down the chopsticks in her hand, stood up, wanting to escape this sad atmosphere.

Just then, Jacob Jennings suddenly pushed the door open and walked in. Vincent turned his head to see him appear, and his originally joyful expression turned gloomy.

"Young Master, are you looking for me?" Jacob saw May present and immediately looked down involuntarily, glancing at Vincent’s legs, only to see he was not dining in a wheelchair, and his heart unconsciously rejoiced.

He knew Vincent’s legs were most likely healed!

But while he was happy, Vincent’s gaze toward him grew increasingly colder.

As Vincent’s private bodyguard and special assistant, Jacob’s duty was to be available at any time, with no room for any error. For over ten years, he had always been diligent, never negligent. But this time, despite several calls, Jacob chose to disappear, which already explained a lot.

Also, the Mr. Landry he brought over had mysteriously vanished without a trace, didn’t this seem suspicious?

"Someone, take May upstairs to rest, I have words to exchange with Jacob Jennings."

Vincent glanced at Jacob, then turned and instructed the servant beside him.

The servant responded by preparing to take May upstairs to rest. May thought for a moment and then said to Vincent, "Vincent, could you arrange a guest room for me on the second floor?"

May knew that the guest rooms at Zenith Villa were all on the second floor because the third floor was their former private space, where even servants were not allowed to enter under normal circumstances.

Vincent froze for a moment, looking up at May with serious eyes. His heart sank, and he asked her, a bit suppressed, "Do you want to remain pure for him?"