Never Late, Never Away (Vivian and Finnick) novel Chapter 2111

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 2111

“Where were you?” Larry stared at her sternly, repressing his emotions and forcing his voice to sound calm.

“Um, I went for lunch with a friend,” she slowly answered.

Oh, so a junior from school is a friend now? Is that friend going to turn into a boyfriend at some point, too? A gloomy expression on his face, Larry gradually neared Joan, who hung her head and looked at everywhere but him as she fiddled with her fingers.

“Which friend was it? Do I know him? How long did you eat for? Where did you eat?”

The sudden barrage of questions irritated Joan.

What is this, an interrogation? Why should I tell him? He didn’t tell me in advance when he left the country for work, either!

“A meal is just a meal. What’s up with all the questions?” Joan picked up her purse and made to leave the ward. “Ms. Young, I’m heading out to buy some fruits for you.”

Maybe it was guilt that was causing her to act out like this, but she had no idea why she was feeling guilty in the first place. There was nothing between her and Caiden, yet she’d made it seem as if she’d done something wrong.

Sighing heavily, she exited the room and hit her own head with a fist.

What are you doing, Joan? Why didn’t you just tell him the truth? What’s the use of getting angry at him? Why did I think that was a better option than letting him find out about Caiden?

Whatever. I’ll explain to him when I get back.

The supermarket was full of people who had just gotten off of work and were doing their grocery runs.

Taking a look at her surroundings, Joan ended up picking out a lot of things that Delilah, Larry, and Lucius liked. There wasn’t much in the shopping cart for herself, probably because she hadn’t had much of a good appetite recently.

“The cookies that Lucius likes to eat…” Joan mumbled to herself under her breath, scanning the aisles carefully.

Got it!

She rushed towards that particular aisle, but the cookies were placed on a shelf too high for her to reach. She was wearing sports sneakers instead of heels, so there was no way that she’d be able to reach it. Placing everything down, she jumped over and over, stretching her arm out as much as she could to no avail.

“Are you sure you don’t need anything else?” insisted Caiden.

“No, thank you. Goodbye,” Joan told him curtly, hurriedly leaving.

What a weird guy. How does he always end up sticking to me in one way or another? This won’t do. I’ve been around him too much lately. I need to stay away from him.

Back in the hospital ward, Larry was sitting on the couch flipping through a magazine absentmindedly, his chest still heavy with a tangle of emotions.

“What are you being so down for?” sighed Delilah. “Just say what’s on your mind. Who knows what might happen if you don’t. Besides, communication is key in a relationship.”

She had a point. He needed to have a good talk with Joan.

But how do I start the conversation? And what do we talk about? If she doesn’t take the initiative to tell me herself and I have to ask the first question, wouldn’t she accuse me of being suspicious of her again? Larry hung his head, his shoulders slumped.

“Oh, it’ll all be fine. I’ll make sure to talk with Joan when she returns, so don’t look so down,” reassured Delilah. “Relax. Nothing is going to happen between Caiden and her. It’s just that things have been really chaotic recently.”