Love Her to No End

Chapter 22 Fake Friends Hurt Each Other

Underneath Vincent’s scrutinizing gaze, Jonathan finished his bowl of pasta without looking up. Subsequently, he took out a tissue and wiped the corners of his mouth elegantly.

Getting to his feet, Jonathan’s steady voice rang out. “Zack is my nephew. What’s wrong with me helping him?”

After a busy morning, Vincent was already hungry. Just when he thought he could catch Jonathan off guard to reveal some clues, the man remained as composed as ever.

When he saw Jonathan about to leave the dining room, Vincent sprang to his feet and grabbed his sandwich. Following the former, he continued to rattle on, “Theoretically, there isn’t. However, taking into account what you have done previously, why do I get the feeling that you’re just using your nephew as a stepping stone?”

Suddenly, Jonathan stopped in his tracks. Giving Vincent the side-eye, he cracked a faint but gentle smile.

“Let me remind you to keep your mouth shut. After all, you were the one who got someone to leak the rumor. If Quentin finds out about this, he will probably complain to the Sullivan family. When that happens, you will be the one to suffer the consequences.”

Jonathan’s eyes glistened as if they were smiling. Ignoring the stunned expression on Vincent’s face, he walked to the couch and sat down.

The sight of Jonathan’s nonchalant expression exasperated Vincent. He plonked his butt down on the couch opposite the man. “Jonathan, I can’t believe how heartless you can be.”

It was true that he leaked the rumor. In fact, he even found a few other magazines just to avoid Quentin’s suspicion. Nevertheless, he wouldn’t have dared to do it without Jonathan’s permission.

After deliberating on the matter, Vincent’s suspicions were raised. It was only then that he realized he had fallen into the trap that Jonathan had laid.

D*mn it! How could I have fallen into his trap for so long without even realizing it?

As cold sweat broke out all over his body, Vincent felt a chill down his spine. Suddenly, he felt like crying. Oh, God, how I wish time could go back to before I met this man. I just want to go home. I’m nothing but an innocent child.

Faced with Vincent’s gaze, Jonathan broke into a disarming smile. It wasn’t long before Vincent gave up and raised his hand to block the smile from view. “Wipe that smile off your face. Isn’t it enough for me to admit my mistake?”

since they were young, Vincent would always be terrified by Jonathan’s innocent-looking smile. It was a phobia left behind from the

When he checked it, he saw that it was a

Mdm. Simmons are at the furniture

Gary had been giving him, Jonathan was well-informed of everything

mind. Nevertheless, Jonathan

it that have you

eye, Vincent leaned over boldly. By the time his gaze fell upon the man’s phone, Jonathan had already put it away. He then hinted for Vincent

you are for discarding me once you

at Vincent as if he was an idiot. “In

time they sparred verbally, Vincent would end up on the losing

to his feet in exasperation and prepared to leave. On his way out, he grumbled, “Jonathan,

taken on a new project, and I’ll be traveling to Gerton for it. If you’re staying for the time being, why don’t you come along with me? After all, Gerton is famous for their beauties.

What’s so interesting about ogling at beauties? I should

at Jonathan, Vincent turned around in

though the wedding had been canceled and the matter had become the talk of the town, both mother and daughter went out

engagement was first decided, Michaela was still very young. An engagement banquet wasn’t organized since both of them were still students. Hence, the

her daughter. But given what had happened recently,

located in the city center on Harmony Street. It comprised twenty-five floors and

of time and stamina to browse through

mother and daughter walked through the store, their similarly exquisite features caused them to easily be mistaken as sisters. Consequently, their

way to clear her daughter’s mind. They had gone shopping for furniture, home

the living room, he never returned home. Even Lucille seemed to have disappeared into thin

were heading to a café on the first floor with their hands filled with shopping bags. Unexpectedly, Michaela’s phone rang the moment they stepped out of

more surprising was the chaotic noise that rang out from the phone. “Hello, are you Lucille’s family? I’m calling from City Hospital. Lucille has committed suicide and