CHAPTER 24: CHAPTER 24: I’M NOT RUNNING ANYMORE

"You dare run and I’ll see if you try it?" Vincent Vance’s terrifying, devil-like threat came from behind.

"What... what are you going to do?" May Morgan was about to cry from fear.

"What do you think I’m going to do? Don’t you like a little perversion in the games? Today I’ll fulfill your wish."

"Bastard, pervert, if you dare hit me, I’ll call the police, I’ll charge you, charge you with domestic violence!" May finally broke down in tears.

Vincent frowned at her tear-streaked face, and his anger subsided by more than half.

"Pathetic!"

He pulled out a few tissues from the table and handed them to her, May took them, wiping her tears while continuing to call him a bastard: "Are you a man? How can you hit a woman?"

"Do you want to inspect me now to see if I’m a man?"

"You, you bastard, you’re a big bad guy, you’re domestically violent, I’ll go to court, I want a divorce!"

May continued to cry desperately on the table, swearing she’d go to court to expose Vincent’s violence.

Vincent threw the belt in his hand, crossed his arms and looked at her, smiling wickedly: "I warn you, this position is very easy to make a man impulsive!"

"Pervert..." May’s face flushed, and she couldn’t even bother to cry, hurriedly got up from the table and stood up straight.

Having grown up, it was the first time someone called her a pervert so many times, Vincent clearly started to feel displeased: "If you dare call me a pervert again, do you believe I’ll deal with you in a more perverted way?"

"Hooligan!" Fearing the belt, May quickly changed his title.

"..."

"Looks like you won’t learn without a beating!" Vincent simply grabbed the belt from the table, maliciously tested its hardness in his palm.

Seeing the belt in his hand, May was scared to death, without waiting for him to get close to her, quickly pushed him and then took advantage of his unpreparedness to quickly slip out of the study.

Too, too terrifying, how could Melanie Morgan go through every possible way to marry such a perverted man? Isn’t this inviting abuse?

No, she would one day find a way to divorce this bastard, clear the relationship.

During dinner, Vincent seemed to be in a good mood, deliberately picked some dishes and placed them in May’s bowl, who only dared to bury her head eating white rice: "Eat some dishes, otherwise how would you have the strength to deal with me tonight?"

"..."

May rolled her eyes silently, and just when she was about to call him a pervert, suddenly thought of the sound of the belt hitting the table, quickly swallowed her words.

"Why aren’t you saying anything?" Vincent waited for her for a while, but she acted like she hadn’t heard, continued eating rice quietly, not daring to make a sound, he asked boringly.

May internally rolled her eyes, thinking what good is speaking with you, dirty demon king, full of obscene thoughts, we’re not even on the same communication level, right?

But no matter how much she grumbled inside, there’s no choice but to bow while under his roof, May was just afraid he’d happily take out the belt again, hurriedly stammered and answered: "Silent at meals, silent at rest."

As soon as the words were out, May instantly regretted feeling she might as well swallow her tongue, oh dear, this man loves to get mad, would he think she was mocking him for being too talkative?

Sure enough, after those words, Vincent’s previously decent face turned sour: "Do you need to be disciplined again?"

"No no no, I’ll stop talking, is that okay?" The more she talked, the more mistakes, she might as well stay silent like a mute, is that okay?

"No."

Looks like Vincent was determined to confront her this time, whether she talked or not, she couldn’t do it right, she was collapsing.

Thinking it over, May simply put down her bowl and chopsticks, asked him helplessly: "Then what do you want me to do?"

I’ve already been living carefully under your malicious control, and you’re still not satisfied?

Vincent looked her over a few times, then slowly spoke: "I want you to speak from your heart, say whatever you’re thinking."

Speak frankly? Speaking frankly would mean wanting to lock you up in a small dark room, is that okay? Speaking frankly would mean wanting to strip you naked and hang you up beating, is that okay?

Joking, speaking frankly would have you devour me alive, right?

"I don’t have any thoughts, don’t know how to say it to you." Sighing softly, May quickly lowered her head and said helplessly.

Vincent looked at her silently for a while, then spoke again: "I know things aren’t good for you in the Morgan Family."

May pressed her lips together, not knowing where to start, recalling bits of these years at the Morgan Family, she finally laughed bitterly: "Good or bad, it’s just a temporary residence, doesn’t matter."

The mother who loved her most is dead, her scummy father daily trying to please that woman, eager to beat her to death, such a family, forget warmth, even temperature can’t be spoken of.

Fortunately, she later moved out, lived in school, and didn’t really meet with that cold-blooded family often, didn’t matter?

"Why is your father this harsh to you?" Vincent timely asked again.

May didn’t guard against him probing her background, took a breath and then said: "With a stepmother comes a stepfather, don’t you know this logic?"

One sentence made Vincent’s expression somewhat ugly, her careless words seemed to prick some hidden pain in him, as his hand placed on the dining table unknowingly tightened.

"Forget it, let’s eat first." Vincent sighed slightly, ended the conversation himself.

May seemed to feel the shift in his aura, couldn’t help but look up at him for a moment, saw a hint of sadness flash through his eyes, felt a slight tremor of the heart.

This flash was only for a brief moment in his eyes, had she not raised her head quickly, it would have been impossible to catch.

Before finishing dinner, Jacob Jennings suddenly arrived with a laptop, showing the page to Vincent: "Young master, the news has already been released."

Vincent glanced over, then nodded with satisfaction: "Keep an eye on Grandpa’s side, answer the call at any time."

"Yes!" Jacob nodded, holding his laptop ready to leave, May casually looked at the page open on his laptop, almost dropping her chopsticks in shock.

"Who released this?"

The gossip Jacob showed Vincent was all about her and Vincent, of course, that’s not the main point, the main point is it said their wedding is in three days.

Three days? Why so fast? Wasn’t it agreed to next month? Although dying early or late is still dying, it’s hard to accept dying this early?

"I released it, is there a problem?" Vincent crossed his arms looking at her, completely calm: "I’ve already had the wedding dress rushed, we’ll buy the rings tomorrow, anything else you need, make a list tonight, I’ll have Jacob handle it for you soon."