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 game very 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 come to 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.

interest in filling his tummy up, he put down his sandwich, got

were talking about. What could they be possibly talking about? Nothing!

Summerfield, please, have

sank into his armchair. He had his long legs crossed and his body leaning on the arm in a languorous manner. The cozy-looking

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

chance to be sat right in front of the legendary Jonathan Xander

wallowing in this proud moment when a cold voice knocked her

back to reality. “Oh, okay.” She plonked her shuddering body on

and the elation she was experiencing a moment ago

Summerfield, I brought you back last night because everything happened so quickly. My apologies for not having

before, and if Jonathan didn’t take her in, something worse could have happened to her. She was in no position to criticize his

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

it easy. I’m not blaming you for

knew that Michaela was drinking because of

his arms. Sharing a bed with someone

was going on, Jonathan spoke. “Ms. Summerfield,

it is. I’ll do

It wouldn’t be exaggerating if one said that every participant in

displeasure could shake the

uneasy and anxious

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

like Lucille again, right? Don’t worry.

Hmm… Jonathan is Zack’s uncle. Why does he show

intention to dig deeper into