Love Her to No End

Chapter 63 The Shocking Truth Of Jonathan Legendary libertines were known to be at the helm of all their impermanent relationships. They had mastered the art of courting and knew if they should charge or retreat at any given point in time. Every step they executed was well calculated to give them the desired outcome.

They, with minimal to no effort, could pique one’s interest and make their targets swoon over them. Similarly, they could exit stage left like a seasoned performer, making women willingly accept that it was merely a game.

Rumors had it that Vincent was a particularly dashing one, who played this gvery well, and that his life was a party with no strings attached.

It was true that Vincent got to know many famous actresses, models, and socialites due to the nature of his profession.

However, the rumors of him swinging from one woman to another were marketing stunts intended by others and not himself. He chose to ignore them and couldn't care less about clearing his name. It was his way to conceal the malign intentions of others so they wouldn't lose their creditability.

The real Vincent, contrary to common beliefs, was never a philanderer. On top of that, he genuinely had this aversion to physical contact with women.

He was in an accident when he was a child, but no one knew exactly what had happened. Since then, Vincent developed this peculiarity.

Only a few of his closest friends knew about it. He even kept this a secret from his parents.

Vincent had never skipped a session with his psychologist regarding this matter, but the consultations didn’t seem to be working.

Jonathan believed that a gentleman like Vincent could get any woman he had his eyes on. He needn’t cto his mansion and take advantage of his guest.

What bewildered him was how Jonathan could share a bed with a woman without realizing it.

Even Jonathan himself was baffled by that.

At the dining table, Vincent seemed more interested in the conversation that was happening in the other room.

He tried to munch as soft as he could, but the words remained inaudible.

Losing his interest in filling his tummy up, he put down his sandwich, got up, and pussyfooted to the door.

He was curious about what Jonathan and Lorelei were talking about. What could they be possibly talking about? Nothing! he thought.

“Ms. Summerfield, please, have a seat.” Jonathan pointed at the seat across from him as he sank into his armchair. He had his long legs crossed and his body leaning on the arm in a languorous manner. The cozy-looking tracksuit he was in didn’t discount his powerful aura.

On the other hand, Lorelei appeared cautious and kept telling herself to be on her guard. Nevertheless, she couldn’t help but adore Jonathan's physique. Wow, the stories about this guy are true. No layman is comparable to him in terms of looks and the energy he exudes. Only very few were lucky enough to have seen Mr. Xander in person, | supposed.

The thought of this unlikely chance to be sat right in front of the legendary Jonathan Xander launched Lorelei into exultation! She was wallowing in this proud moment when a cold voice knocked her out of her daze. “Ms. Summerfield?” “Huh?” Lorelei was scooped back to reality. “Oh, okay.” She plonked her shuddering body on the couch after Jonathan patiently pointed to it the second time.

She clasped her hands tightly, and the elation she was experiencing a moment ago was replaced by apprehension. Any movement she made felt gawky.

“Ms. Summerfield, | brought you back last night because everything happened so quickly. My apologies for not having your consent beforehand, and | hope you understand that | meant no harm. Please forgive me.” Lorelei was smashed the night before, and if Jonathan didn’t take her in, something worse could have happened to her. She was in no position to criticize his action let alone forgive him.

When she recalled that Michaela also drank quite a fair sum, she realized how serious the problem was. She propped herself up on her feet, and with a red face, apologized for what had transpired. “Mr. Xander, I'm so sorry. Mich drank because of me. | promise that things like this will never ever happen again. Mr. Xander, please, don’t be mad. I—" “Ms. Summerfield, take it easy. I'm not blaming you for anything.” Jonathan was angry at first when he knew that Michaela was drinking because of Lorelei.

Though, thanks to that, he got the chance to sleep with the lady he was so in love with in his arms. Sharing a bed with someone might not be the most enjoyable to him, but sharing it with Michaela was a dream he never dared hanker after.

After Lorelei had calmed down and showed eagerness to know what was going on, Jonathan spoke. “Ms.

Summerfield, | called for a discussion as I'd like to ask you a favor.” “Mr. Xander, please tellwhat it is. I'll do anything I can to help you out!” Jonathan was a fabled figure in the country. It wouldn't be exaggerating if one said that every participant in the business industry had to play on his terms, which more often than not, altered according to his mood.

His slightest displeasure could shake the whole industry.

It was only natural for Lorelei to feel uneasy and anxious that someone so eminent was asking for her help.

Jonathan was pleased by Lorelei’s enthusiasm. “Michaela had just graduated and is still a simple girl with pure thoughts. What I'm asking from you, Ms. Summerfield, is to keep an eye on her and letknow immediately if she was caught in any trouble.” “Yes, Sir!” Sharp-witted Lorelei could somehow see where the conversation was going. “Mr. Xander, you're worried that Mich might fall prey to people like Lucille again, right? Don’t worry. You can count on me. | guarantee you'll be the first to know if anything were to happen to Mich, Mr. Xander!” To Lorelei, Jonathan's concern for Lorelei was purely platonic. Hmm... Jonathan is Zack’s uncle. Why does he show Michaela so much care? Was it because Zack betrayed her, and Jonathan felt guilty about it? Lorelei had no intention to dig deeper into Jonathan and Michaela’s relationship.

After exchanging numbers with Jonathan, she sang her praises. “Mich is so lucky to have an uncle like you to care for her!” “Uncle?” Jonathan looked as cross as two sticks when he heard that. Obviously, he wasn’t happy with that label.

Lorelei sensed the sudden change in Jonathan's face from warm and smiley to cold and steely. Hmm? Did | say something wrong? But it can’t be! I'm complimenting him! “Mich and | are not related by blood,” Jonathan blurted calmly just as Lorelei racked her brain on what she had done wrong.

His deep and husky voice sent shivers down her spine, and she could only get herself to nod and stutter. “I-I-I understood!” She already knew that they weren't related by blood when she got to know that Jonathan was a Xander, and she didn’t see a problem with that.

“Also, Mich and | have decided that we're going to be a couple. We made that decision last night.” Jonathan went on.

“What?” It was a jaw-drop moment for Lorelei. She was shocked to the hilt.

All the things that had happened that day hit her like a train, and she desperately needed stto process them.

Vincent, who was eavesdropping by the door, walked up to Jonathan, looking dumbfounded. “What did you just say? | didn’t catch it. Say it one more time!” He wanted to double-check what he had heard and put his hand behind his ear as if it would capture every word.

Jonathan only nodded, and his eyes gleamed with happiness.

His response after announcing his relationship with Michaela proved that he wasn’t joking. Before Vincent could pull himself back into his senses, Jonathan gave him a pat on the shoulder and left.

Vincent was thrown into a daze until Jonathan's silhouette completely disappeared from his sight. “What the hell? | was wondering why you've becso nice and diligent all of a sudden. Now | know! You're into your nephew's ex-wife!” The term “ex-wife” felt like thorns in Lorelei’s ears, and she had her heart in her mouth.

Oh my god! This is like the biggest secret of the century! Will they killfor knowing about it?