A Touch of Sweetness (Finnick Norton and Vivian William) novel Chapter 1820

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 1820

I’ll decide if I should apologize based on the explanation I plan to give tonight.

Joan grinned. Since when did I become so smart?

“All those tweets you saw earlier are not true. We went hiking, and I sprained my ankle,” Joan explained to Larry, “That’s why Dustin had to carry me. Nothing is going on between us.”

The former then continued explaining, “It was too late for us to head home, so we had no choice but to stay in a hotel.“There was only one available room. Dustin and I didn’t have a choice but to share a room that night.”

Larry paid close attention to her explanation as he did not want to miss out on the details. “I see. I guess I misunderstood him.”

“You also beat him up,” Joan said coldly as her eyes shot daggers at him. “How could you do that to someone who saved my life?”

“What did you say? He saved your life?” Larry shot her a confused look.

Joan lowered her voice down to a whisper as if she was afraid to mention the situation out loud. “I don’t want to talk about it anymore. Long story short, I almost got kidnapped.”

The thought of the danger she had been in sent chills down her spine.

“You’re telling me Dustin saved you?” Larry asked softly.

“Yeah. He even got all the cash ready as a bribe,” she replied.

Larry’s face turned grim. She only left the country for a couple of days, yet all these happened so coincidentally? Who was the man who kidnapped her, though?

Suddenly, Gabriella’s smug face popped up in his mind.

He truly believed Gabriella would go to the ends of the earth to get rid of a person she despised.

Yes. Gabriella sure is one scary, persistent woman. A hard glint flashed across his eyes at the thought.

“Hey.” Joan gently patted his shoulder. “What’s wrong?”

“Hm? Oh, it’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.” Larry immediately changed the subject after, asking Joan concernedly, “How are you feeling? Are you hurt?”

Joan stretched before she gradually opened her eyes.

She turned around to face Larry, who was lying in the bed next to her. The events that had happened last night felt like a dream.

Anger had been written all over Larry’s face when he arrived, but the man had instantly turned a total gentleman last night after she explained her side of the story.

Perhaps he was angry out of jealously. Joan stroked the man’s brows tenderly, lost in thought.

“Why are you up so early?” Larry suddenly grabbed her and pulled her into his arms.

She was so close to his chest that she could clearly hear his heartbeat thumping at a steady rhythm.

“I can’t sleep any longer,” she answered softly.

“But I’m still tired.” Larry ran his finger down her cheek.

“Okay. I’ll go for a morning jog while you catch some more z’s,” Joan stated decisively before she got out of bed.