A Touch of Sweetness (Finnick Norton and Vivian William) novel Chapter 2243

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 2243

As Larry stared at her retreating figure, a sense of guilt seeped into his heart.

He knew Jessica had been upset about her parents’ matter recently, but he had also thought she knew what he felt about her.

All she was to him was a friend. To make sure she knew about it, he had put on an act with Joan.

“Okay, she’s gone now, so drop the act,” Joan muttered as she pushed his arm.

Hm? How did she find out I was only acting? Larry raised a curious brow at her.

“Do you really think I’m a fool who can’t see through your tricks? Please. It was elementary,” Joan huffed.

However, in the beginning, Joan was fooled. She had been wondering what had gotten into the man, but when she saw the food in Jessica’s hands, she figured it out immediately.

“That’s great. My wife’s smarter now,” Larry cooed.

Huh? Does he know what he’s talking about? I have brains from the start, thank you.

“Hush, you. Although my brain short circuits sometimes, I know how to observe,” Joan mumbled under her breath.

And you’re good at it, Larry thought.

“Honey.”

Larry suddenly hugged her from behind and kissed her hair.

“Larry, please remember that we’re in the office. Stop messing around. You know you’ve got to establish a good image, right?” Joan reminded as she peeked outside.

“What image do I need when you’re with me?” As he spoke, he carried her up and sat on the couch.

“Stop it and put me down. Quick! It’ll be bad if someone sees us!” Joan cried out as she smacked his arm.

What’s bad about it? We’re a married couple. What’s wrong with being intimate once in a while? She’s overthinking it.

“I won’t,” he rejected. “Not unless you kiss me.”

Promptly, Joan blushed.

Just then, the assistant barged in without knocking on the door. “Mr. Norton!”

“Ugh.” Joan swiftly shoved the man away and tidied her clothes.

“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were in the middle of something. Um. Please continue. I’m going to leave now.” Flustered, the assistant buried his face in his hands, about to flee the scene.

“Stop,” Larry commanded.

Immediately, the assistant halted in his tracks with a look of immense embarrassment.

Oh my god. He isn’t going to fire me because I saw something I shouldn’t have, is he? The assistant clenched his fists as apprehension emerged in his eyes.

Don’t fire me. Don’t fire me. Don’t fire me, chanted the assistant in his mind as he slowly turned around.

“You…”

“Mr. Norton, I saw nothing earlier. Really! Look, I’m near-sighted, and I can’t see your face from here. So, please don’t kick me out, Mr. Norton,” the assistant pleaded.