Never Late, Never Away (Vivian and Finnick) novel Chapter 2196

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 2196

Slam! Larry flung the file aside onto the ground in fury.

Joan Watts, how many men do you want?

Larry couldn’t focus on work. He stalked to the window and forced himself to calm down while staring at the scenery outside.

“What’s wrong? You look furious. Did someone upset you?” Suddenly, Jessica appeared and pushed the door to his office open.

“Why are you here again?”

He was about to explode with rage, and she had arrived at a bad time.

Jessica knew Larry was furious, so she didn’t retort.

“What’s wrong? Did someone make you angry? Let me guess. There’s only one person who can do that—Joan Watts,” Jessica said sarcastically.

That’s right, she’s the only one I care about. But look at what she did. Why are there so many men surrounding her?

“Could it be that Joan cheated on you?” asked Jessica in a low voice.

“I don’t want to talk about this,” Larry returned sternly.

He knew that he shouldn’t be telling outsiders about his private affairs. Besides, Jessica obviously had her eyes on him. If she found out about this, she might seize the opportunity to do something.

“Alright, alright. You can keep it to yourself. Look, I’ve prepared lunch for you. Have a bite.” Jessica tugged on his arm and led him to the couch.

“I won’t eat. I’m not hungry.” He warned her, “Also, don’t come here anymore. If you insist on coming, I’ll change my office.”

No matter what Joan did, he refused to betray her, for he was still her husband.

“What are you talking about? If I can’t come here, where can I see you?” Jessica blinked and replied.

Looks like I’ve shown up at a bad time.

Wait, I’m Larry’s wife. It’s perfectly alright for me to deliver lunch to my husband. I can come anytime I want without needing to inform anyone!

“Uh, I prepared lunch for you. Do you want to eat while it’s hot?” Joan placed the lunchbox on the table and asked in a low voice.

An awkward silence ensued. Jessica was glaring at Joan, who was sitting on the couch.

“He’s not hungry now,” she retorted furiously.

“Who said I’m not hungry?” Suddenly, Larry spoke.

Huh? What? He just told me he wasn’t hungry. Is he hungry now that Joan is here? What the heck?

“Did you prepare it yourself?” Larry looked up at Joan and inquired.