CHAPTER 28: CHAPTER 28: I TOLD YOU, STAY AWAY FROM MY WOMAN

"You really make me feel disgusted!"

Adam Owens’ words shattered the last bit of fantasy in May Morgan’s heart. Love, perseverance—she no longer needed any of it.

"Disgusted? You’re disgusted when I touch you? Who’s touching you that doesn’t make you feel disgusted? Vincent Vance? Do you love being touched by him that much?"

Despair and regret blurred her vision with tears, and along with the drug’s torment, Melanie Morgan soon felt dizzy, nearly losing consciousness.

"Bang!"

A loud, heavy door-kicking sound suddenly erupted, startling Adam Owens who was about to misbehave.

Before he could turn around, he took a heavy kick from behind, sending him flying out.

May Morgan groggily lifted her head and immediately caught sight of Vincent Vance’s extremely angry face.

It was him, he actually came?

Vincent glanced at the disheveled woman on the ground without a word. With a swift gesture, he lifted her up, quickly took off his coat, wrapped the trembling May, and firmly enclosed her in his warm embrace.

Suddenly being rescued, May was both surprised and delighted, reaching out to touch the man’s face in front of her to confirm it was real. But just as her hand reached out, Vincent coldly avoided it.

He looked down at her, that look devoid of any warmth.

May’s body shivered slightly, and instinctively, she knew he was angry, very angry.

Indeed, she had tricked him into leaving just to meet Adam Owens. Any man would care about his pride—at least he didn’t kick her away like he did with Melanie, which was already generous enough.

"I’m sorry..."

Knowing she was in the wrong, May quickly whispered an apology to him.

However, whether it was because she spoke too softly, or he deliberately ignored her apology, this man didn’t utter a word to her.

After taking a kick from Vincent, Adam Owens tried to angrily get up from the ground, only to be immediately restrained by Jacob Jennings and others.

"Vincent, you bastard!" Adam shouted furiously at Vincent.

Vincent raised a foot and kicked him in the chest again, sending him sprawling back to the ground.

"I told you not to meddle with my woman again!" Vincent glared coldly at Adam on the floor, his gaze sharp like ice-encrusted daggers.

Seeing this, May feared Vincent might really kill Adam, and hurriedly explained, "Vincent, it’s not what you think, it was my sister..."

She hadn’t even finished her sentence when Vincent silenced her with an intimidating glare.

"If you don’t want him to die here today, then shut up!"

The anger in Vincent’s eyes was truly terrifying. May had every reason to believe that if she dared to stand by Adam’s side and plead for him today, Vincent wouldn’t hesitate to kill him.

No matter that Adam was his aunt’s child, the only male of the Owens family—once Vincent was enraged, he became a stranger to anyone.

May bit her lip and forced herself to stay silent, instead snuggling into Vincent’s warm, solid embrace, pretending she neither heard nor saw anything.

Seeing the woman in his arms behaving, Vincent’s anger somewhat subsided. He turned and looked at Adam, scolding, "Get lost before I lose my mind!"

"Vincent, you bastard! May is mine. How dare you steal my love? I won’t let you off!"

Adam had always been resentful of Vincent taking May away suddenly, so even now, under duress, he still shouted angrily.

Vincent glanced at him disdainfully, mocking, "The love you have for May is trying to take advantage and violate her?"

Silenced by Vincent’s question, Adam couldn’t reply. Indeed, May being tricked into coming to the hotel by Melanie was largely due to him. Even when May said she had been drugged, he could have rationally taken her to the hospital, but he wasn’t willing to, so he ended up...

Through Vincent’s arm, May clearly saw the shame on Adam’s face after being exposed, and at that moment, she felt utter despair.

"Jacob, get this bastard out of here. I don’t want to see him again." Vincent had no patience with Adam and instructed others to drag him out of the hotel.

Once Adam was kicked out, Jacob Jennings and the others tactfully retreated to guard the doorway, leaving only May and Vincent in the room. May blushed slightly, and thinking about her misunderstanding of him, couldn’t help but quietly say, "Thank you."

This thank you still elicited no response from Vincent, and worry gripped May’s heart. Afraid his anger hadn’t subsided, and that after dealing with Adam he would turn on her, she nervously clutched at his clothes, trying to slide out from his arms.

Before she could hop down herself, Vincent suddenly tossed her onto the bed. With a hefty throw, she bounced off the bed and onto the floor.

"Ouch, what are you doing?" May crawled up from the floor, looking at him with grievance and protesting.

Vincent cast a cold glimpse at her, ignored her, and turned to busy himself in the adjacent bathroom before coming out to see her huddled in his suit on the bed, shivering. He then sternly ordered, "Go take a bath."

"You... are you angry?" May tightened the clothes around her, cautiously glanced at him, and asked softly.

Vincent coldly looked at her for a while and then suddenly sighed in exasperation. He walked over to her, bent down, and lifted her off the bed again.

The small hotel’s bathtub wasn’t clean, so before bringing her in, Vincent had thoroughly cleaned it.

He yanked off her wrapped suit jacket and slid her into the warm water.

Under the heat, her small face turned rosy.

Vincent’s eyes deepened, and his fingers instinctively twitched, wanting to reach out and touch her face.

"Uh... don’t!" As soon as his hand stretched forward, May reflexively pulled back.

"Alright, I won’t touch you." Knowing the stubborn girl had little restraint, Vincent decisively let go, then pulled up a chair to sit next to her and enjoy the view.

"Can you... go out?" Feeling that burning gaze beside her, May was so ashamed she wanted to die, hastily voicing her protest.

"No." Compared to the compromise earlier, Vincent’s reply this time was a cold refusal, accompanied by a devilish smile: "If I leave, you’ll regret it."