Love Her to No End

Chapter 50 Dense There was panic and turmoil outside of the resort. However, on the inside, it was serene and peaceful as usual.

After the meal was over, Jonathan prepared to take Michaela out for a stroll. He finally got salone twith her, so of course he wasn’t going to let that opportunity slip away.

However, he completely forgot about Vincent, whose face was so thick that his signaling glances went unnoticed.

There was a reason Vincent stayed single for so many years.

Jonathan stared angrily at Vincent, who kept orbiting around Michaela. The more he looked at Vincent, the more he thought the guy looked like a loyal pug. He raised his leg as he thought about how much he wanted to kick Vincent far, far away.

Michaela was so immersed in the beautiful view that she didn’t notice the strange look in Jonathan's eyes.

The resort was built in the middle of a bamboo forest. Aside from natural hot springs, the place also had perfect facilities and recreational activities. Most importantly, the environment looked pretty, and the air was refreshing.

It provided an unforgettable experience to any and all visitors.

On top of that, Vincent set the mood pretty well, and tpassed very quickly.

Michaela was really impressed that Vincent, despite being the CEO of a media company, was able to maintain a carefree attitude.

Even if he was the only one performing, he wouldn't feel awkward.

“It's quite a rush today, so I'll bring you to hike the bamboo forest tomorrow. Behind the forest is a viewing platform. You can see everything here at a glance there. Actually, you cat the right time, because this place looks the most beautiful in this season. Red leaves covered the entire mountain, making it look more colorful.

The view in the early morning and evening are uniquely beautiful. How about we set off early tomorrow? After | take you to see the sunrise, we'll go to the viewing platform.” Jonathan was already feeling pretty pissed off, but when he heard what Vincent was saying, his face darkened even further. He's already planning the hiking and sunrise viewing! Does he think I'm a ghost over here? Just as he was about to explode, Vincent's phone rang. He smirked. You should be glad your phone saved you! Since Vincent was finally gone, he draped his coat on Michaela’s shoulders and spoke in a magnetic voice. “It's getting windy; you don’t want to catch a cold.” He was standing next to her and pressing his hands on her shoulders. It looked as though he was half hugging her.

Michaela abruptly blushed as she felt a clear, domineering scent dancing on the tip of her nose. It made her subconsciously want to dodge away. “I'm not cold, Mr. Jonathan.” To her surprise, the force she felt on her shoulders becgreater as the masculine voice next to her ear lowered in volume. “You don’t want to wear my clothes? Do you wantto carry you away?” His gentle voice had a beautiful coda. It made her heart skip a beat when she heard it.

The dictatorial tone he used did make Michaela freeze in place. She could feel her ears burning as she lowered her gaze to avoid eye contact with him.

While Vincent was still there, she did not doubt Jonathan's words.

Glancing at her blushing and delicate appearance, his eyes glinted with sparks of joy.

At that moment, Vincent, who was still talking on his phone, approached the two of them again with a resigned look. He sounded helpless. “Mom, | really am with Jonathan right now. I’m not drinking. Why do you think I'm lying to you? If you don’t believe me, talk to him yourself!” Upon finishing, he handed his phone to Jonathan. “My mom is convinced I'm drowning myself in alcohol outside.

Do you think I'm that kind of person? Helpconvince her that I'm not lying!” Jonathan cursed him in his heart as he grabbed the phone and answered softly, “It's me, Jonathan. Yes, he’s withright now.” Even though | wish that thick-headed idiot will disappear from my sight right away! “No, he’s not drinking. I'm making sure of that.” | would be happy if he drinks until he’s dead drunk and sleeps in his room instead of bothering me! “Girlfriend? No, no. Of course, he'll tell you about it if that is the case. Okay, see you. Goodbye.” He then ended the call.

Vincent pouted and complained, “I don’t know why she doesn’t trusteven a little. A small matter like this shouldn't have needed you to vouch for me!” “It's your fault that you have a record of doing that,” Jonathan critiqued mercilessly as he turned to face Michaela. “Have you heard of someone who got so drunk that he sent a message to his own mother to make her call him Mom before? Not only that, threatening to blow his own house sky high if his mother didn’t do that?” Pft! Michaela looked at Vincent, astounded. She didn’t know he had a drunk experience like that before, even though he was the CEO of Gale Incorporated.

Vincent smiled awkwardly, indirectly admitting that it wasn’t an incident he was proud of. “That was just a special situation!” “Sure!” Jonathan, surprisingly, didn’t retort that. He paused for a short while and continued, “What about last time? Your dad called you to ask when you were coming home, and you told him you want to have a drinking competition with him to death. The one who lost would have to call the winner Dad!” “What happened next?” She was laughing so hard that she was getting out of breath, but she still really wanted to know what happened next.

“He reaped what he sow!” Jonathan smirked and answered bluntly, “After he woke up, he was beaten by his dad so hard that he couldn’t get down from the bed for three days!” Even though Michaela was trying her best to hold back her laughter, she failed and snorted. She still tried to pretend like she was sorry to hear that. “I apologize, Vincent. | didn’t mean to do it.” “Laugh all you want!” Vincent glared at Jonathan. “You know you're destroying my image as a respectable boss in front of Mich, right, Jonathan?” He finally felt like it was unfair for Jonathan to reveal his shameful stories. | didn’t do anything to piss him off, so why did he tell those stories in front of her? Unbeknownst to him, he did actually piss Jonathan off, a lot. Ever since he stepped into the resort, he was already annoying Jonathan to no end.

“Are you sure you still have an image to speak of?” Jonathan continued his mockery. “You're just a crazy man who attracted people who think they have an uncommon taste. Not to mention, you act like you have a personality.” When Jonathan said that, Vincent couldn't take it anymore. He wouldn't allow anyone to mock his pursuit of beauty. “Hey, you just don’t get fashion! In this current era, people are forever chasing after greater beauty and art. The market needs professional influencers, especially in this era of materialistic abundance, to show everyone the beauty of fashion. I'm simply providing a great service to the good citizens of this country. Do you understand that?” “Nope!” Jonathan appeared to be humble and continued without hurry. “That's just your schto flirt and hook up with women, yet you're trying to make it sound grander than it is. | really don't get it.” It was then Vincent truly felt he had lost his dignity, yet Jonathan reminded, “Your mom toldif she heard you speaking insolently withlike that again, she’ll spank you with her duster once you get back home. “ As Michaela stared at Vincent's lifeless expression and thought about both of their ages, she laughed again at a low volume.

At that moment, Jonathan felt as though the colors in the scenery fade away, with the sole exception of the beautiful woman laughing in front of him.

It wasn’t until dusk approached that they returned to the main building. The moment they stepped in, a soft voice was heard from a distance. “Jonathan!”