Next Man, Better Plan novel Chapter 139

There seemed to be a woman underneath him.

Jonathan's long arms were wrapped around the woman. From their position, it looked like they were kissing passionately in the car, unable to part.

For years, Jonathan had never been with a woman. Rumor was he had recently gotten secretly married.

A slight sneer touched Quennel's lips.

He acts so cold and aloof at social functions, but in private, he's this wild, getting it on in his car in broad daylight.

Men really are all the same. Once they have a wife at home, they're always looking for new thrills on the outside.

Quennel watched for a moment before looking away and ducking into his own car.

Jonathan completely shielded the woman with his body. All Quennel could see was a strand of deep auburn hair, tangled in Jonathan's fingers as if he wanted to meld her into his own body.

Pretty intense, he thought. The car was practically shaking.

Quennel looked away and told his driver to go, planning to take Victoria home first.

In the car, Victoria tugged on Quennel's sleeve. "Quennel, you have to believe me. I really have nothing to do with that limping man!"

Victoria had been on edge the entire ride.

The village was a hotbed of gossip. If he decided to investigate, hundreds of different versions of the story would surface, each maliciously embellished, and she would be crushed beyond recovery.

So, before Quennel could investigate, she had to win his complete trust and sympathy, and ideally, stop him from looking into it at all.

Without Quennel's protection, her life would be miserable. Dave wouldn't let her go, and neither would that limping man... She'd be trapped in the village, never able to escape that mountain again.

Victoria said with red eyes, "Those were all his lies. When I got together with you, I was still a virgin."

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