CHAPTER 78: CHAPTER 78: HE’S JEALOUS

Why should I put up with your crap in the past and still have to put up with it now?

You all say I like to find rich guys, well damn it, so what if I do? I live for my own happiness, none of your business!

Logan Vance playfully rubbed his chin, glanced at the tense pair, then dragged Maxwell Vance to the ward: "If you have time to argue with your sister-in-law here, you’d be better off managing Adam Owens more."

Before being dragged in by Logan, Maxwell Vance still defiantly shouted at May Morgan: "Who said she’s my sister-in-law? My brother might decide he doesn’t want her anymore anytime soon. I’ll see how long she can act all high-and-mighty."

May Morgan rolled her eyes speechlessly, unwilling to argue with such a sharp-tongued missy, and turned to walk out.

After pushing Maxwell inside, Logan saw May Morgan leaving and quickly chased after her.

"Did you get all the answers you needed?" Logan asked her in a low voice as they walked side by side.

May Morgan immediately flashed him a wary look: "What do you mean?"

Logan chuckled, lowering his voice even more: "I mean, you should thank me. After all, if it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t have made it to the hospital, let alone met Adam Owens so smoothly."

His words only made May Morgan more suspicious. What exactly is this guy implying?

Could it be that he really was the one who drugged her?

But if he did, then why admit it? And why bring her to see Adam Owens, to what end?

"What exactly are you trying to do?" May Morgan suddenly stopped, glaring coldly at Logan Vance.

Logan merely smiled, not immediately answering May Morgan’s question: "Don’t you have my WeChat?"

With that, he deliberately winked at May Morgan, and she immediately got his hint, choosing to remain silent.

The place was crowded with people, not a suitable place to discuss many secrets, so it would be better to talk over WeChat once they were back home.

Back at Zenith Villa, May Morgan lay in bed, tossing and turning for a long time, eventually deciding to send Logan a message on WeChat.

"Do you have time?"

"Yes, whenever you need me, I have time." Logan’s reply came quickly, indicating he had been waiting for her to contact him.

"First question, did you drug the coffee when I wasn’t looking?"

"Yes."

Without the slightest hesitation, Logan admitted it, even though May Morgan still didn’t know how he managed to tamper with the coffee right under her nose.

She remembered watching him the whole time he brought the coffee over, so how was he so quick? It was like magic.

"You have nimble hands; how did you do it?"

"That’s a secret." Logan hinted ambiguously.

May Morgan rolled her eyes, internally griping about this guy while typing her second question: "Why did you do it? I mean, the whole thing with taking me to see Adam Owens."

Initially, she thought Logan was targeting her, trying all sorts of tricks to lure her out of Zenith Villa to harm her, but when she followed him, she got what she wanted and returned safely, which was baffling.

Whose side is this guy on? Or is he acting independently?

"Because I have a question in my mind that I need your help to answer."

May Morgan was stunned for a moment and quickly asked, "What’s your question?"

"I can’t tell you right now. When you’re almost done investigating, my question will naturally resolve itself."

After sending that message, Logan didn’t reply to her anymore. May Morgan held onto her phone, waiting for a while, and seeing that he didn’t intend to say anything else, she tossed her phone aside and went to sleep.

Having gotten used to sleeping with Vincent Vance these days, the suddenly empty spot beside her made her feel a bit uneasy.

Sigh, when will he be back?

Feeling a little down, May Morgan reached out to touch the empty space beside her, then helplessly grabbed a big pillow, placing it under her and propping her leg over it as if it were a specific person’s body.

Life is really about habits, and so is affection. From initial resistance to gradual adaptation to current reliance, May Morgan thought there might already be basic trust between her and Vincent Vance.

Ever since she left her hometown and came to the city, she had been living cautiously alone. Even Adam Owens couldn’t completely open her heart, allowing her to devote herself wholeheartedly. She had always thought there wouldn’t be anyone in this lifetime who could enter her heart completely, letting her share all her secrets.

But now, Vincent Vance had done it.

Though they hadn’t been together long, he really did it.

Maybe, this is what love is.

In the middle of the night, feeling half-awake, May Morgan felt a pair of big hands gently reaching over to take away the pillow she was hugging.

She reflexively reached to grab it, but someone caught her wrist and then lifted her entirely.

"Mmm, so warm." From having the pillow taken to falling into a warm embrace took less than two seconds. May Morgan didn’t even feel uncomfortable and once again comfortably closed her eyes to sleep.

In her dream, she seemed to see Vincent Vance had come back, even kissing her forehead.

Huh, how did he come back in the middle of the night?

Was it a dream?

But who the heck was touching her?

Feeling someone touching her inappropriately, May Morgan suddenly opened her eyes and impulsively swung a hit.

"Don’t move. Move again and you’ll ruin everything."

Vincent Vance mischievously laughed, stretching out his big hand to catch her wrist.

May Morgan was dazed for a good half minute before realizing it was Vincent who had returned, making her face flush with anger. She immediately yelled at him, "What are you doing? Coming back in the middle of the night without telling me?"

"Just wanted to surprise you, isn’t it? Didn’t you like it?" Vincent moved his body, wrapping an arm around her waist: "So, did you miss your husband?"

His warm body pressed against her back, which made May Morgan extremely embarrassed, and she struggled to escape: "You, let go of me, I’m really tired."

"It’s okay, I’m full of energy. You sleep, I’ll handle it myself."

Vincent Vance seemed different tonight. Although he still playfully teased her as usual, she could sense that something was off about his aura.

Vincent looked down at her, noticing May Morgan eyeing him warily, and smiled. Yet, there was a distinct sinister glint in his smile.

"What are you doing? Have you forgotten our initial agreement?"

May Morgan blinked, looking at him curiously: "What agreement?"