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?”

be terrified by Jonathan’s innocent-looking smile. It was a phobia left behind from the

he checked it, he saw that

Ms. Lingard and Mdm. Simmons are at the furniture

constant updates Gary had been giving him, Jonathan was well-informed

must be bored at home. I guess it’s not such a bad idea for her to go out and clear her mind. Nevertheless, Jonathan was still worried due to the special circumstances. Hence, he replied: Keep a close eye on them. Let me know if there’s

message is it that have

boldly. By the time his gaze fell upon the man’s phone, Jonathan had already put it

for discarding me once you have no

Jonathan looked at Vincent as if he was an

verbally, Vincent would

to leave. On his way out, he grumbled, “Jonathan, from now

has 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?

What’s so interesting about ogling at beauties? I should focus on pursuing my

pointing his finger at Jonathan, Vincent

though the wedding had been canceled and the matter had become the talk of the town, both mother and daughter went out shopping without a care in

organized since both of them were still students. Hence, the ceremony was just marked by a

daughter. But given what had happened recently, she realized that she had saved a lot

center on Harmony Street. It comprised twenty-five floors and sold many home products

a lot of time and stamina to browse through every single one

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

a way to clear her daughter’s

everything in the living room, he never returned

on the first floor with their hands filled with shopping

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 is currently being treated in the emergency room. We need you to hurry over