Never Late, Never Away (Vivian and Finnick)
Chapter 2339

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 2339

It was getting colder. Larry could not help but shiver when a gust of wind blew past him. Watching the dazzling headlights from the stream of vehicles, he was suddenly filled with a sense of helplessness. "Sir, do you want some candy?" a boy offered.

Squatting down slowly, Larry looked at the boy seriously.

"You can have it. I'm not hungry." He smiled for fear of scaring the boy.

"Are you sad? When my mom's sad, she'll get Dad to tell her a story. You can call your partner and ask her to tell you a story. Then you won't be sad anymore," the boy suggested playfully.

Although it was some nonsensical words of a kid, Larry felt sad.

My partner? She's lost. I wonder if she's lost her way, or if I lost her.

"Sure. You need to be a good boy at home, okay?" Larry smiled while patting the boy's head.

"I've always been good. My grandma said that I can only marry a good girl in the future if I'm good."

The conversation warmed Larry.

"Baby, what are you doing? Come, we're going home!" a woman shouted.

"Coming," replied the boy.

Then he reminded Larry, "Mister, don't forget to call your partner and ask her to tell you a story. Otherwise, you'll be very cold."

The latter smiled when he saw the boy turned around and made a funny face.

Afterward, he pulled out his phone and launched his contact list.

He finally convinced himself to dial Joan's number after a long hesitation.

"Joan, your phone's ringing!" the girl, who was on the bed, shouted in the bathroom's direction.

"Who is it?"

"Larry!"

Suddenly, the water ceased running in the bathroom. The next second, Joan ran out wrapped in a bath towel, took the phone, and went back to the bathroom.

The girl was dumbfounded. It took her a long time before she came to her senses and burst out laughing.

"Hello, Larry."

"How are you doing?" Joan nearly wept at the sound of his voice.

How could I be fine when we're divorced? Holding back her emotions, she tried to recompose herself.

"I'm okay. What about you? How are you recently?"

"I'm... okay, too," Larry replied hesitantly.

Well, how could he not be with Jessica by his side? A trace of disappointment appeared in Joan's eyes.

"Um, be careful while you travel."

"Okay. I got it."

It was an awkward conversation.

They obviously missed each other, but neither dared to say it out loud; they were obviously still in love with each other, but they refused to admit it. What was left between them was silent wistfulness. "Is she doing fine?" Joan blurted softly.

Larry collected himself quickly after a dazed moment.

"She said that she's fine."

"Hey, Joan, who was that? Your boyfriend or husband?" the girl teased Joan.

Despite her young age, she's quite mature.

"Alright. Hurry up and sleep," she replied while tussling the girl's hair.

The next morning, Joan lay in bed as she looked at rays of morning sun and smiled. The cause of her good mood might be Larry's call the night before.

"Joan, are you awake?" the girl shouted from outside.