Never Late, Never Away (Vivian and Finnick)
Chapter 2193

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 2193

In the car, Joan asked carefully, "I didn't do anything out of line last night, did I?"

She was suddenly afraid of hearing Dustin's answer. If she had performed a striptease in front of him, that would be embarrassing. She wouldn't be able to work together with him anymore. "What do you mean? Singing? Dancing? Or yelling at me?" Dustin turned and fixed his gaze on her.

Actually, Joan did throw a fit last night, but that was it.

But right now, Dustin couldn't help but tease her.

"Anything else?"

"Hmm, yes. You were quite crazy last night. Even though you were drunk, it didn't stop your enthusiasm. I remember your hot figure—”

"Enough, stop. Just focus on driving," Joan cut him off.

Shit. This is d*mn embarrassing.

Did I go crazy? How could I show something that's exclusive to Larry to him? What should I do? Uneasiness flashed across Joan's eyes.

"Uh, Dustin. I was drunk last night, so everything I did was irrational. Please don't take it to heart. Also, don't tell anyone about it," Joan pleaded, her expression earnest. Seeing how pitiful she looked, Dustin held back his laughter.

"I'll try my best. If I get drunk one day, I might reveal it without hesitation," he replied on purpose.

Joan immediately yelled, "No! If you want to drink next time, bring me along. You can't mention last night's events. It's too embarrassing!"

Dustin loved her for being sincere, straightforward and how she had never thought of him as an outsider.

"Don't worry. You did get drunk last night, but you didn't do anything out of line," he revealed.

"What? So what you said earlier was a lie? How could you, Dustin? I trusted you!" Joan pretended to gaze out the window furiously.

Shortly after, the car came to a stop.

"We're here."

Instead of replying to him, Joan turned and alighted from the car.

"Joan, you're back. What a coincidence. Larry had just..." Delilah trailed off upon seeing her.

Huh? What is going on? Why does she look so disheveled? Not to mention, she reeks of alcohol, and her clothes are all wrinkled up. Why did she come back without even bothering to clean up? "Ms. Young, I'm back," said Joan weakly.

Oh no! I can't let Larry see her in this state.

"Stop. Hurry and go somewhere else. Don't come in." With that, Delilah tried to shove her back into Dustin's car.

"Why? She's back, right? You must be exhausted last night."

Suddenly, a familiar voice rang out.

He's back? Joan grew increasingly excited.

"Larry!" she yelled and dashed over to him.

Flinging his arms around him, she whined, "When did you come back? I miss you so much!"

Meanwhile, Dustin was standing at the door awkwardly.

Though Joan was hugging him, Larry seemed grim.

"You should take a shower," was his icy reply.

Oh, this is bad. Delilah fidgeted nervously.

After bidding goodbye, Dustin returned to the supermarket. Joan went to take a shower. As the water trickled down her body, she slowly regained her senses.

He must be mad earlier. She berated herself for being a fool.

It took her some time in the shower to deliberate. When she finally stepped out, Larry was on the couch flipping through a magazine coolly.

"Uh, do you want some water?" Joan queried carefully.