Never Late, Never Away (Vivian and Finnick)
Chapter 2187

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 2187

"Everything's fine. I'm going to the washroom, so don't wait up, okay?" Caiden said in a calm voice before getting up and leaving.

What Joan didn't know was that Caiden's patience and tenderness were only for her. He could tolerate every single bad thing and every temper of Joan's, just not anyone else's. This was what Noelle jealously wanted but could never have.

Did I cross the line? Caiden turned on the tap and aggressively splattered water onto his face.

"Caiden, you've gone too far. My brother already had a rotten day, yet you were so rude instead of comforting him. Do you think that the world revolves around only you? That everyone's feelings don't matter except yours?" Noelle lectured without holding back.

She would always prioritize her brother's wellbeing over any other man, even if it were the man she liked.

Unnerved by her sudden anger, Caiden asked softly, "What happened?"

"I think he got ripped off by someone."

What? How could something like that happen to Jaden? Ugh. Forget it. I'll check on him later since he's probably taking a nap now.

"I see," Caiden acknowledged.

Then Noelle left Caiden to his devices as she wandered into the kitchen. There, she glared murderously at Joan, who had her back turned and was washing dishes in the kitchen.

"Why are you here? Didn't I tell you to stay away from Caiden? Don't forget that you're someone else's wife; you don't deserve to be with Caiden." Noelle threateningly bared her teeth whilst glaring daggers at her.

At this, Joan clenched her jaw. What's she blabbering about? Caiden forced me to come over and prepare a meal for him. How is any of this my fault?

"Ms. Ford. First of all, I was forced to be here. You can ask Caiden if you don't believe me. Go ahead, ask him if he called me over to cook him a meal," Joan challenged resolutely.

There was nothing more Joan loathed than being wrongfully accused without having the chance to explain herself. Noelle's words did just that, and Joan couldn't stand it.

"Well, you could always refuse! He knows how to make his own meals," Noelle stubbornly said.

What a joke, Joan snorted. If he could make his own meals, then why does he need me here? Can't she get it through that thick skull of hers? The man just got discharged from the hospital! He's obviously going to have a difficult time doing house chores, let alone go to the supermarket where he might potentially worsen his injury. If that happens, then who's to blame?

"Sure, I understand. Why don't you hold on to Caiden's phone and make sure he doesn't call me over again? I'm a very busy woman-I have to tend to the garden, care for my kid, and work at the supermarket. So please, I implore you to stay here and take care of him. Take this burden off my shoulders. Make sure he doesn't call me, okay?" Joan immediately left the kitchen.

She was truly offended.

What the hell? This is what I get for being kind? There's clearly nothing going on between Caiden and me. Yet, she keeps insisting otherwise. Ugh, Larry will get jealous if he replaces out about this. "I'm heading off now, Caiden! I've also put away the dishes for you," Joan shouted.

"Wait up!" Caiden's voice grew closer as he catapulted towards her.

This made Joan spin on her heels. She blinked at him dubiously with a hint of curiosity in her eyes. What is he trying to do now? Can't we settle everything at once?

"Umm... could you come over tomorrow and cook for me again?" He mumbled with bright pink cheeks.

Huh? Joan's mind blanked as if she were hit by a bus.

Now he's just pushing his luck. Does he think everyone's lives are as leisurely as his?

Mmm-mmm, nope! At this rate, he'll be spoiled rotten.

"I'm busy tomorrow, but Noelle is relatively free lately. She can come over and prepare your meals. Plus, you don't have to worry because she's a great cook," Joan explained whilst subtly winking at Noelle.

At this, Noelle immediately played along. "Oh, right! Caiden, her daily schedule is hectic enough. You really shouldn't trouble her all the time. I'll whip up a nice meal for you tomorrow, alright?"