Never Late, Never Away (Vivian and Finnick)
Chapter 2191

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 2191

"I'm fine. I think I can't handle white wine. Miss, get me a beer instead!" Joan's voice slurred.

Has she lost her mind? She's absolutely wasted! The restaurant owner shook her head disapprovingly.

"That's enough now. It's getting late, so you should hurry home and rest up," the restaurant owner refused curtly.

"No! I don't want to go home. I can't let Lucius see me all wobbly and drunk like this. No, I'm not going back!" Joan then kicked her legs in a child-like tantrum.

"Oh? So you remember that you have a child at home, huh? I suppose you're not completely irresponsible. But look how haphazard you look... Who on earth pissed you off to get you so drunk?" The restauran owner grumbled as she excused herself out of the private room.

Meanwhile, Dustin remained by Joan's side whilst patting soothingly on her back. Dustin couldn't help but stare viciously into the space, knowing that someone had caused her so much pain.

This was the woman he loved dearly and wanted to spend the rest of his life with, so he refused to stand by and watch as she experienced such humiliation.

"How are you feeling? Better?"

"Let's get out of here. I'm too embarrassed to stay," Joan murmured in between her hitched breathing.

How can someone drunk still care about trivial things like dignity and humiliation? She's already made a huge fuss. What's left for her to worry about? Dustin sighed to himself. "Okay, where would you like to go?"

Joan snorted inwardly. Where else can I go? I obviously can't go home, so a hotel is my only option for tonight.

"About that... can you drop me off at a hotel in the city? I was originally planning to look for Nancy tomorrow, so it'll be convenient if you could. I can't go home smelling like alcohol tonight," Joan uttered nervously.

Oh? She must be decently sober if she can still think so logically, Dustin thought.

"Come on." Dustin helped her onto her feet and led her out of the private room.

"Take care, okay?" the restaurant owner called out from behind.

Joan then turned around and bowed clumsily, apologizing for the ruckus she had caused earlier. She also cooed, "Shhh! Please don't tell Ms. Young or Lucius about today! I can't be a bad role model for my child."

Upon hearing that, the restaurant owner burst out giggling.

That silly girl is too adorable.

“I shake it off, I shake it off..." Joan sang out whilst bawling. Her voice boomed aloud with a hint of sorrow as if she were the only person in the car.

Dustin stared wide-eyed at her untamed way of expressing sorrow.

She was never like this before. Yeah, she got drunk here and there, but she drank to get herself to sleep then. So why is she suddenly behaving so wildly instead of getting sleepy? Did reality hit her that hard? The thought of this made Dustin's face darken to a gloomy grey.

"Joan, aren't you going to call Ms. Young?" he reminded with a gentle tone.

"Right." Joan then took out her phone and dialed Delilah's number.

"Ms. Young? I did something big, huge! So I won't be back tonight," Joan mumbled whilst swaying drunkenly.

"Joan, where on earth are you? Are you drunk? Who's with you now? When are you coming back then? Didn't I tell you not to go out and drink alone?" Delilah's furious voice screeched from the phone. "Ms. Young, how could you say that? I just drank a little... just a smidge," Joan giggled.

At this, Delilah scoffed inwardly. Has this girl lost all sense of reason? She hasn't been herself ever since she got home today. Now, she's drunk somewhere out there? Moreover, it's already so late, and she still hasn't come home!

"Hurry up and tell me your address now. I'm coming to fetch you."

"Oh, it's fine. I'm not coming home-"

Dustin then snatched her phone and said, "Ms. Young."

Dustin? The two of them are out together? Delilah's brows scrunched in suspicion.

Dustin continued to explain, "Joan won't be going home tonight because she's worried Lucius will be negatively affected by her drunken state. Don't worry. I'm taking her to a hotel for the night, and I'll send her home tomorrow morning."

Thank goodness he's by her side, or else I might actually worry myself sick. But... is it appropriate for the two of them to be out together this late at night? What will happen if Larry replaces out?

Oh, to hell with it! He's overseas now, so he won't know as long as the three of us keep our lips tightly shut.