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.

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?”

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

Jonathan’s phone vibrated. When he checked it, he saw that it was a message

Mdm. Simmons

him, Jonathan was well-informed of everything that went on in the Lingard

out and clear her mind. Nevertheless, Jonathan was still

message is it that have

smile from the corner of his eye, Vincent leaned over boldly. By the time his gaze fell upon the man’s phone, Jonathan had already put it away.

Machiavellian you are for discarding me once you have no need of me,”

at Vincent as if he was an idiot. “In that

verbally, Vincent would end up on

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. So don’t you

Jonathan rejected outright. What’s so interesting about ogling at beauties? I should

Jonathan, Vincent

of the town, both mother

engagement banquet wasn’t organized since both of them were still students. Hence, the ceremony was just marked by a

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

on Harmony Street. It comprised twenty-five floors and sold

lot of time and stamina

features caused them to easily be mistaken as sisters. Consequently, their beauty and elegance naturally

to clear her daughter’s mind. They had gone shopping for furniture, home products, clothes, bags, and even

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

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

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