Love Her to No End

Chapter 62

Chapter 62 A Staggering Fluke

The next morning, Lorelei woke up feeling mildly suffocated and was always about to choke with every breath she took. While her senses were still yet to be fully awakened, she subconsciously glided her hands to her chest area, where she felt something pressing down on it, and caught an arm.

As her brain was still starting up its engine, despite feeling something was off, she only moaned in annoyance and yeet the arm off her chest.

Right when she wanted to get back into sleep, her eyes flicked open, and she sat up violently.

Her clouded eyes turned crystal clear in a flash.

Lorelei remembered that she went drinking at a bar the night before and bumped into Michaela. They were chugging drinks like nobody’s business, and what came next was an absolute blur.

Argh! What happened after we drank? She rubbed the ball of her thumb on her aching forehead and groaned.

Lorelei couldn’t really hold her liquor, and she barely drank. She has been the model girl-next-door since day one and wouldn’t have tried to drown her sorrows a few days in a row if it weren’t for Alois.

What she could faintly recall was that she and Michaela had tons to drink the night before. I wonder where she went? she thought and turned her head to the other side of the bed.

On top of a handsome face, a naked body of a man was presented before her. She was so shocked that she literally jumped out of bed and fell onto the floor. With her hands pressing on her eyes, “Ah!” she screamed.

“Why are you shouting so early in the morning? Shut up!”

The man, irritated by her reaction, complained. He didn’t bother to open his eyes, nor did he sit up to see who was next to him before getting back to sleep.

“Who are you? Why are you on my bed? Don’t act like you didn’t hear me. Get up now and put on your clothes, you thug!”

Lorelei had read novels encompassing plots of one-night-stands under the influence of booze, but never had she imagined that she would, one day, be like the heroines in the stories.

She was too scared to move her hands away from her eyes, and her face turned as pale as a ghost. Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

Vincent sprung up into a sitting position when he heard the voice of a woman. That shook him wide awake before he looked down at his naked body. While on tenterhooks, he frantically covered his manly organs with his hands and cursed the unclear situation he was in. “F*ck!”

“Wow, Jonathan. Just wow! My mom asked you to introduce a girl to me, and you sent her straight onto my bed! I trusted you so wholeheartedly and this is what you do to me?” Vincent mumbled to himself while scuffling his clothes on.

It wasn’t Vincent’s first time staying at Shappiray Mansion.

He would usually stay at that mansion when his drinking sessions ended in the wee hours. Since he had quite a lot to drink the night before, his driver sent him to the mansion directly per usual protocol.

The only recollection he could summon was stumbling his way to the room he usually slept in, taking off his clothes, dumping himself onto the bed, and dozing off instantly. He definitely wasn’t expecting to see a woman lying next to him the next morning.

He had been a carefree character and wasn’t restricted by any rules at the mansion. Also, sleeping naked was his thing, and it was never an issue here since he was usually the only guest present.

He was mortified by the thought of being fully exposed to a woman!

After having his arms tucked into the sleeves of his shirt and his slacks zipped, he turned his head toward Lorelei who was still blindfolding herself with her hands. “Who are you? What did Jonathan offer you in return?” He was still seething in anger.

Lorelei didn’t utter a reply, and that made him more aggressive. “You’ve already seen everything, haven’t you! What’s the point of covering your eyes now?”

“What makes you think I wanted to see your body willingly?” Lorelei flung her hands down and stared into Vincent’s eyes. “You are the one who made yourself comfortable on my bed, and now you’re making a fuss about it? Unbelievable!”

“Are you saying that I have to be responsible?”

Vincent had a solemn face a second ago, but he broke into an impish grin when he saw Lorelei’s face. It seemed like he had something mischievous up his sleeves

Lorelei narrowed her eyes to the familiar voice and was surprised after recognizing the man in front of her. “You?”

“Not too bad. You still remembered me. Aren’t you sweet?”

Vincent pushed the buttons on his shirt into their respective holes one by one in slow-mo while looking at Lorelei with a conniving smile.

The latter, however, didn’t catch what he was trying to say and furrowed her brows in confusion. “Huh? What?”

“Nothing,” Vincent replied insouciantly and gave her another glance. “How did you get to know Jonathan?” Curiosity was in play.

“Who?”

Jonathan?

“Ah! Are you talking about Jonathan of the Xander family? I don’t know him.” After analyzing the situation they were in, Lorelei figured out who Vincent was referring to.

Although Jonathan’s name frequented newspapers and magazines, pictures of him were never published, which explained why Lorelei didn’t recognize him.

This wasn’t the answer Vincent was expecting, and he gave Lorelei a sidelong glance. “You don’t know him? Then how on earth did you get into this mansion?” he asked her with suspicion.

Wait a minute. I thought Jonathan put her on my bed. Did I get it wrong? Anyway, I’ll just go to Jonathan and ask him what’s going on later.

Vincent then took his jacket, and again, looked at Lorelei before leaving. “I see that you’re okay now. If there’s nothing I need to be responsible for, peace out!”

How could he be so bold and tell me that I looked okay? We slept on the same bed last night! Lorelei was on the warpath and wanted to chastise Vincent but stopped when she noticed she was in the same dress from yesterday.

It was in a mess from the sleeping and tumbling and was showing some skin. Lorelei blushed at the sight and quickly straightened and readjusted the dress to cover whatever needed to be covered.

After she was done with that, she lifted her head only to see Vincent looking at her like she was a weirdo. He swiftly turned around and was ready to get out of the room.

The moment the door was opened, two of them almost jumped out of their skin to see two tall figures outside. It was Walter and Jonathan.

During his morning exercise, Walter heard a scream from Lorelei’s room and made his way here as fast as he could.

As for Jonathan, he was planning to have a chat with Lorelei before Michaela got up when Walter told him about the scream, making the two of them run to Lorelei’s room.

Little did they foresee that they would come across two familiar faces instead of one after opening the door.

To add fuel to the fire, Lorelei’s face was as red as a tomato, whereas Jonathan was unkemptly dressed with a jacket in his hand. Jonathan’s imagination ran wild and simpered at them

“Jonathan, w-w-we—” Vincent was trying to explain himself to the person he was blaming silently a moment ago.

“Ms. Summerfield, I have some matters to discuss with you. Someone will bring you to me after you’ve freshened up.” Jonathan put on a lopsided smile and perked his brows a few times while looking at Vincent before shifting his attention to Lorelei.

He left after conveying his message, leaving Vincent and Lorelei in the room.

After darting a confused glance at the lady, Vincent closed the door and ran after Jonathan. “Hey, Jonathan, you did this on purpose, didn’t you?”

“It’s very audacious of you to justify your actions like that after sleeping with my guest!”

“N-N-No! You know that I’ve been using this room since day one. I was so drunk last night, so how am I supposed to know that someone was using the room?”

Jonathan swirled his eyeballs toward Walter, and the latter immediately dropped his head and explained what had taken place. “It was Ms. Summerfield who had insisted on using that room last night. I thought it would be alright since Mr. Sullivan wasn’t in.”

Jonathan’s death stare was so spine-chilling that Walter didn’t dare to admit that he was the one who asked Lorelei to use the room as she was reeking alcohol. He couldn’t stand it for another second and decided to toss her into the nearest room they had.

Of course, he didn’t expect Jonathan to come over that night.

“Listen to me, Jonathan. I’m not the one to be blamed!” Vincent was still trying to defend his innocence.

Jonathan came to a halt all of a sudden and looked Vincent in the eye steadfastly. “Vincent, aren’t you averse to body contact with women? Could it be that Ms. Summerfield is an exception?”