Chapter 63
Chapter 63 The Shocking Truth Of Jonathan
Legendary libertines were known to be at the helm of all their impermanent rtionships. 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 calcted to give them the desired oue.
They, with minimal to no effort, could pique one’s interest and make their targets swoon over them.
Simrly, they could exit stage left like a seasoned performer, making women willingly ept that it was
merely a game.
Rumors had it that Vincent was a particrly dashing one, who yed 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 tomon beliefs, was never a phnderer. On top of that, he genuinely had
this aversion to physical contact with women.
He was in an ident 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.
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 anguorous 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. Noyman 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, I supposed.
The thought of this unlikely chance to be sat right in front of the legendary Jonathan Xanderunched
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 sped her hands tightly, and the tion she was experiencing a moment ago was reced by
apprehension. Any movement she made felt gawky.
“Ms. Summerfield, I brought you backst night because everything happened so quickly. My apologies
for not having your consent beforehand, and I hope you understand that I 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 Micha 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. I 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 ming you for anything.”
Jonathan was angry at first when he knew that Micha was drinking because of Lorelei.
Though, thanks to that, he got the chance to sleep with thedy 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 Micha 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, I called for a discussion as I’d like to ask you a favor.”
“Mr. Xander, please tell me what 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 y on his terms, which more often than not, altered ording 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. “Micha 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 let me
know 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. I 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 tonic. Hmm… Jonathan is Zack’s uncle. Why
does he show Micha 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 Micha’s rtionship.
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
thatbel.
Lorelei sensed the sudden change in Jonathan’s face from warm and smiley to cold and steely. Hmm?
Did I say something wrong? But it can’t be! I’mplimenting him!
“Mich and I are not rted 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 rted by blood when she got to know that Jonathan was a Xander,
and she didn’t see a problem with that.
“Also, Mich and I have decided that we’re going to be a couple. We made that decisionst 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 some time to
process them.
Vincent, who was eavesdropping by the door, walked up to Jonathan, looking dumbfounded. “What did
you just say? I 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 rtionship with Micha 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.This text is property of N?/velD/rama.Org.
Vincent was thrown into a daze until Jonathan’s silhouettepletely disappeared from his sight. “What
the hell? I was wondering why you’ve be so nice and diligent all of a sudden. Now I 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 kill me for knowing about it?