CHAPTER 50: CHAPTER 50: KIDNAPPED

After she finished speaking, she shook off Melanie Morgan’s hand and turned to go back to the room. Of course, the gift Melanie wanted to give her, she didn’t dare to accept.

This woman is ruthless; who knows what kind of ghostly thing she might be giving. For safety’s sake, it’s better not to take it.

After May Morgan closed the door, Melanie outside probably felt it was pointless and soon fell silent.

After dinner, May took a bath at Monica Lambert’s house and chatted with Monica’s mom for a bit before going back to lie down.

Monica’s mom was genuinely kind to May, holding her hand and talking about all the things she should be aware of when getting married, just like her own daughter was getting married. She was particularly attentive, which made May feel very touched.

While sleeping, Vincent Vance suddenly called, reminding her to get up early the next day because he’d come to pick her up to go to the church.

Actually, May wasn’t used to sleeping in, but ever since living with Vincent, all those late-night activities took a toll on even the best stamina, right?

"I know, I’m not really a lazy pig," May pouted, pretending to be unhappy, and deliberately hummed at Vincent.

For some reason, she especially enjoyed acting spoiled in front of him, and it seemed she particularly enjoyed the feeling of doing so.

Actually, Adam Owens was good to her too, but there always seemed to be something missing when they were together. May could never be as carefree and unrestrained in front of Adam as she was with Vincent.

With Adam, she didn’t know if it was because of the disparity in their status or Adam’s too gentle personality. Either way, she couldn’t let go. But with Vincent, he always managed to stir up her most joyful cells. Every time she lay in his arms, even doing nothing, she still felt so comfortable.

Perhaps this is real love?

Then what were those five years with Adam?

"I just want you to become a lazy pig so no one else would want you, and you’ll just be mine," Vincent teased her playfully over the phone.

May’s cheeks flushed slightly, and she quickly hung up the phone: "Hmph, if I’m a sow, then you’re a boar."

"How could that be? I’m the caretaker who specifically takes care of sows."

"Ugh, disgust me!"

Yes, it was this feeling, the feeling of being able to share lighthearted jokes with each other, something she never experienced with Adam but found extremely thrilling with Vincent every day.

Even if she lost every time in front of him, she still liked it, even anticipated this feeling.

Maybe this is love?

After hanging up with Vincent, May held the quilt and went to sleep. She didn’t know if it was because she was about to become a bride the next day and was nervous, or for some other reason, but she had a particularly terrifying nightmare.

She dreamed that she was surrounded by blood, blood that could almost obliterate her. Then she saw herself lying on an operating table, the doctors in white coats holding scalpels ready to cut her throat. She wanted to scream, but couldn’t find her voice. She wanted to struggle, but her body was bound and couldn’t move.

In despair, she kept calling out Vincent’s name in her heart, hoping he’d come to save her, but in the end, she could only watch as a sea of red consumed her body entirely.

Sweating all over, May quickly sat up on the bed, panting heavily, still shaken. She hadn’t come to her senses when someone suddenly knocked at the living room door.

She looked at the clock on the wall in surprise; it was only a little after four in the morning. Who could it be at this hour?

Monica’s mom hadn’t slept much and got up to look through the peephole when she heard someone knocking at the living room door. She then asked, "Who is it?"

"Hello, we are the bride’s stylists, here to do her makeup," the person at the door softly replied.

Monica’s mom responded and opened the door to let them in. All of this had been arranged by Vincent, so May wasn’t very familiar with the stylists who suddenly showed up.

She silently walked out of the bedroom and glanced at the stylists and their assistants who followed in. When she saw that all of them were men, she felt something was off.

Monica’s mom warmly invited them to sit on the sofa and casually asked: "Is it true that nowadays it’s all men doing bridal makeup?"

The lead stylist placed the box he was holding on the coffee table, smiling as he explained: "We are stylists from Miroir Fashion House, usually doing styles for A-list celebrities, requiring advance booking."

"Oh, I see. My apologies!" Monica’s mom replied, feeling a bit embarrassed.

The stylist looked up at May and politely asked, "Are you Miss May Morgan? We were hired by Young Master Vance to do the bridal styling."

May quickly responded courteously, "Thank you for your trouble."

As she spoke, she walked over to the stylist, about to sit down, when she caught a glimpse of the toolbox on the coffee table and her heart skipped a beat.

Because she noticed that from the seam of the toolbox lid, there seemed to be a trace of blood.

"What’s your name?" May asked casually, not daring to sit down, questioning the stylist’s name.

The stylist quickly replied, "My last name is Ford. You can call me Charlie Ford."

"Really? I remember Vincent arranged for a stylist with the last name Liu. Why the change?"

"You must have remembered wrong. Young Master Vance always booked me."

The stylist answered May carelessly while leaning down to open the toolbox. When his fingers lifted the lid, even he was stunned by the bloodstain still on it.

"Who are you really?" Realizing her suspicion was correct, May stepped back in fright, starting to edge towards the door.

There were bodyguards outside; as long as she opened the door, these men wouldn’t get away.

The stylist suddenly revealed a sinister smile: "Who do you think we should be?"

With that, he suddenly pulled out a gun from his waist, aiming at May, while his subordinates also drew guns, pointing them at Monica’s mom who was walking in with tea.

"Ah, help!" Monica’s mom screamed in terror as she saw the guns.

"Bang!" Before she finished, the stylist shot her in the chest, and Monica’s mom fell into a pool of blood.

May stared in shock at Monica’s mom, who had been shot, and suddenly shouted at them: "I’m the one you want. Don’t hurt innocent people."

"It’s good that you know," the man sneered coldly, suddenly grabbing May’s arm to control her, then aiming his gun at her head: "If you know what’s good for you, come with us, or I’ll kill everyone in this room."