Never Late, Never Away (Vivian and Finnick)
Chapter 2179

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 2179

For someone who seemed to be so put-together all the time, she looked remarkably vulnerable in this state. With a poor sense of direction, food allergies, there seemed to be no end to the suffering she had to endure. Larry sighed inaudibly and sat down on the sofa next to her bed.

Suddenly, Jessica began to mumble something in her sleep. Larry was just barely able to make out what she was saying.

Is that what I think it is? She's calling for her father? With slow, measured steps, Larry walked towards her.

Jessica's face was flushed, with beads of sweat all over her face. The doctor had taken a look at her and mentioned that it was a normal reaction. She would be alright after a while.

"Dad, don't go! Don't leave me," murmured Jessica.

Without warning, she stretched out her right hand and firmly held onto Larry's, refusing to let go.

Larry tried to tug his hand away but he could not escape her vise-like grip. Does she think I'm her father?

Also, it has been so long. Her father had yet to reach out to her. Under normal circumstances, any parent would have called to enquire about their daughter, who happened to be with their competitor. Larry's gaze darkened as he thought about the kind of mess she was in.

He gently patted the sleeping woman's arm, trying to wake her from her apparent nightmare. "Jessica? Hey. Wake up. It's Larry."

Jessica awoke with a shrill scream and opened her eyes, feeling a little dazed.

What happened? Why does it feel so warm? Larry eyed Jessica curiously.

"Don't worry, it's normal. Her body temperature has risen a little, but it should pass in a while." The doctor check her BP and checked on her one more time before he opened the door and left. "Jessica, do you feel better?" enquired Larry gently.

Jessica turned to look at the man in front of her in earnest. Tears began to form in her eyes.

Larry was at a loss. He could not understand what elicited that response.

"Why are you crying? Are you feeling unwell? Are you in pain? Shall I fetch the doctor again?" He got up urgently and prepared to leave the room.

"No! That won't be necessary." Jessica tightened her grip around Larry's waist to prevent him from leaving.

A hysterical cry soon filled the air shortly after. Larry did not know why she was crying, but he couldn't bear to leave her alone in this state.

"I-it's nothing. I just dreamt that my Dad died. What was I to do?" Jessica's voice shook before she broke into tears again. "He was going to leave me behind. He... didn't want me anymore."

What is with this woman? She usually seems so fearless, but now she's here whining like a child when something bad happens.

"It was just a nightmare. Besides, aren't dreams usually the opposite of the reality? Don't dwell on it. Just take care of yourself and recover," said Larry gently. "Do you know what you're allergic to, at least?" "Well, I am severely allergic to zucchini."

What? Larry frowned. She seemed to have eaten half the serving of zucchini. Does this idiot not look before she puts stuff into her mouth? 'Well, why did you eat that dish?"

"You mean the vegetable stew? I wasn't paying attention, I think. I was distracted," said Jessica petulantly.

Larry took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

She was truly an odd woman. Someone this odd was definitely a match for Caspian. Larry had never encountered someone like her before.

"Larry, do you hate me?" asked Jessica in a low voice. She paused to wipe the tears from her eyes before looking at him again.

What is there to hate? If anything, isn't that a problem for her boyfriend? However, he merely felt irritated. Larry had made plans for the next few days. With Jessica in the hospital, he could only postpone them until she recovered.

"Caspian went to get you some fruits. He said you like to eat grapes." Larry enunciated each word as he carefully observed her expression.

"Hmmph! I'm not eating anything he bought me."

Larry sighed again. I guess she's a tad cute, sometimes. She grows on you. However, such petulance seemed to be common among women. Even for someone like Joan, who had yet to contact him after all this time.