Never Late, Never Away (Vivian and Finnick) novel Chapter 2637

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 2637

A Woman Scorned

“Why must you be so cruel to me? Haven’t I been nice enough to you?” Della continued.

“Della, if you don’t wish to cooperate with me, feel free to cancel all the partnerships between you and Norton Corporation. I’m not stopping you,” Larry said.

Della finally loosened her grip.

“Don’t you like me at all?”

“No.”

Della shook her head in despair as her eyes welled up with tears.

“The only person I love is Joan.” Larry tidied his clothes and left the room.

Della clenched her fists in anger as she watched him leave. Her gaze was cold as ice.

I’m not going to play nice anymore. I have to make him mine!

Larry headed home straightaway instead of going to his office.

Meanwhile, Joan was already lying in bed as she replayed the scene of that devastating phone call over and over in her head.

Click!

Someone opened the door. Is he back? Joan leaped off the bed and walked to the living room.

“You’re home,” she greeted him.

“Why aren’t you asleep?” he asked in concern.

“Oh, I couldn’t fall asleep,” she replied.

“Why? Are things too hectic at the photography studio?” Larry rushed over and pulled her into his side.

Joan’s heart ached when she took in his exhausted appearance.

“Larry, how are things at your office?” she asked carefully.

Stunned, Larry paused for a moment before flicking her forehead with a small laugh.

“Ok,” she replied.

They enjoyed each other’s company a moment longer before finally getting up.

“I’ll send you to work,” Larry offered after they had both eaten breakfast.

“It’s ok. It’s not on the way for you. You should get going!” She waved goodbye at him before she left.

Joan felt reassured after a good night’s sleep. Little did she know that she would be hit with some upsetting news again.

Women were strange creatures. When they were happy, they could carry on with their lives without a care for the world. Yet, when they were upset, they could recall every unfortunate incident in their lives.

Joan had already forgotten about how Della had answered Larry’s phone last night. One little smile from Larry was enough to push her into a drugged state of joy. She could not bring herself to cling on to such inconsequential matters.

Yet all these little incidents were catalysts for a huge misunderstanding. They were merely waiting for the right moment to strike.

“Joan, we’re leaving!”

“Hey Joan, I’m going off!”

The staff outside her office left one after another. Soon, she was the only one left in the photography studio.