Never Late, Never Away (Vivian and Finnick)
Chapter 1218

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 1218

Of course, Jason hadn't done that on purpose. When he saw that the grape he casually threw had actually ended up at such a place, his eyes went wide, and he stared at her breasts.

Meanwhile, Helen was entirely infuriated at that moment. "How dare you stare at me? I'll kill you!" she roared at him.

"No, no, it wasn't deliberate on my part," Jason hurriedly explained, afraid that she would again throw things at him. "I didn't mean to stare at that part or to perve on you. I was just wondering how it got there and even became wedged in there. Now, I suddenly think that the grape was no ordinary grape!"

Hearing that, Helen was gripped by the urge to rip the man before her into shreds. In the next moment, she grabbed the fruits in the fruit basket and hurled them at him by the handful.

All at once, exasperation swamped Jason. He had obviously realized that he had misspoken earlier, but it was now too late, and he could only block them off with the pillow.

"I-I'm sorry! Stop launching fruits at me. L-Let's just talk things through. Ahh! It hurts! Ow! Ouch!" Nevertheless, Helen paid Jason's cries no heed, merely indiscriminately lobbing fruits at him.

At long last, there were no longer any fruits left in the fruit basket. Only then did she stop in a fit of pique.

"You've gone too far, Helen. Hurry up and apologize to Jason." Hannah had been helplessly watching several fruits hit Jason, and an apple even hit him on the head, making her suck in a breath.

"Did you hear that, Helen Young? Apologize to me! Did you have to throw such a huge tantrum when I merely came in without knocking? You acted as though I've committed a grievous crime!" Jason snapped angrily, making it clear as day that he was very much chagrined by Helen's hurling fruits at him.

He had long since wanted to lambast her, but she still had weapons in hand, so he didn't dare do anything rash.

"Hah! You're claiming that you merely came in without knocking? You were obviously trying to perve on me!" Helen snarled. While doing so, her gaze kept sweeping across the table in search of something that she could use to chuck at him.

"What the hell? How is that perving on you? You pitched fruits at me, and I was in pain after being hit, so I retaliated. That's normal, no? Plus, I had the pillow over my head, so how could I have known that it would hit you there? It wasn't deliberate, so how could you say that I'm perving on you?"

Frustration flooded Jason. Even if I want to perve on someone, that won't be you! Such a shrew like you will give me a heart attack instead! However, he didn't give voice to it because he had just remembered the wrapped durian under the bed, which he brought over that morning to satisfy Hannah's craving.

"Hmph! I don't mean that! But what was that when you came in? Never mind if you saw it, but you even smirked shamelessly. Look at that perverted expression of yours! I-I'll kill you!" Helen's wrath intensified when he gave excuses and refused to admit to it. She started to rummage through the cabinets in search of something that could be used as a weapon.

Upon seeing that, a bolt of fear inexorably lanced through Jason. She's really determined to kill me with flying objects!

He then instinctively glanced at the durian under the bed and heaved a sigh. Phew! It's fortunate that it hasn't been discovered yet!

When Helen heard him sighing, her head snapped back, and she glowered at him.

At that, cold sweat dripped down Jason's forehead like a faucet. Oh God, she can't actually read my thoughts, can she? At the same instance, he fearfully cast the durian under the bed a glance. Ah, I beg you, little durian! You've got to hide properly! Please don't be found out!

As he was inwardly praying for mercy, he was abruptly greeted by the sight of Helen crouching down and gazing in the direction of the durian.

In reality, Helen only found the durian because she caught his furtive glance a moment ago. She then picked up the durian with a hand before staring at him intently.

At that very moment, Jason's back instantly became drenched. What the hell? Is she for real? Can she truly read my thoughts? As he eyeballed Helen, who was holding a durian, he couldn't help but gulp.

Oh my God! If the durian really hits me, I'll be permanently disfigured! Thus, he immediately threw Hannah a pleading look.