Never Late, Never Away (Vivian and Finnick)
Chapter 2370

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 2370

"Help! Someone fell down!" The unfamiliar female voice sounded again.

Apart from the woman's shouts, Joan could vaguely make out a man's grunts, which sounded very frail to her ears.

Oddly, there was no one passing by the area at that moment.

The woman's cry for help grew more frantic as the man's grunts grew weaker.

What's going on? Joan got down from the bed and slowly made her way to the door.

There, she saw a young man sprawled on the ground, unable to get up no matter how hard he tried. The person who bumped into him was a thin-looking female patient. Clearly, she didn't have enough strength to help him up. Joan stepped forward without hesitation and used all of her energy to help the man up from the ground.

"Are you okay?" she asked the man with concern written on her face.

The man slowly raised his head and met her gaze with a smile.

He had well-defined features, a row of pearly white teeth, and a pair of dark, alluring eyes. Under different circumstances, Joan's heart might have even fluttered at the sight of him, but all she did was make an observation. Mm. He's a good-looking man.

The man maintained his smile and expressed his gratitude. "Thank you."

"You're welcome. C'mon, I'll take you back." Joan supported the man back to his own ward.

"My name is Jake Wilson. What's yours?" he asked in a soft voice.

"Joan Watts," she answered with a smile.

The man's heart skipped a beat at the sight of her sweet smile. Unable to stop himself, he gushed, "Joan Watts, you're really pretty, and kind too."

Joan suddenly felt a little shy after being praised like that.

Abigail came back with the thermos flask in her hand right then and called out in an unhappy tone, "Joan!"

"Huh? I'll get going now." She instantly spun on her heels and tugged Abigail away.

Back in Joan's ward, Abigail questioned in a stern voice, "What were you doing earlier?"

"That man fell down, so I helped him back to his ward. That's all," Joan clarified.

Really? Abigail circled her several times, surveying her with narrowed eyes as though she was a criminal suspect.

"Joan, just so you know. Women during ancient times were very particular about their chastity-"

"Alright, alright, stop it. You're still young, so you don't know anything. It's not what you think it is!" Joan emphasized, slightly vexed.

Lately, Abigail had been constantly trying to talk her into getting back together with Larry, and that annoyed her.

Just then, Jake came in and called out tentatively, "Joan?"

"Hi, come and have a seat," Joan urged.

Abigail was visibly dissatisfied upon seeing how the man had invited himself in.

"Abigail, quick. Pour Jake a glass of water," Joan instructed from her position on the bed.

"Are you thirsty, sir?" Abigail asked in a flat voice.

Jake felt slightly awkward faced with her question.

"No, I'm fine," he answered warily.

"I won't be pouring you a glass of water then." Abigail left right after saying that.

That girl clearly did it on purpose! Joan stared at Abigail's retreating figure, slightly mad.

"She's still young. Please don't mind her," she explained to the man apologetically.

"Of course not." Jake smiled.

The two chatted for a bit and came to know each other better. He seemed like quite a decent person, so Joan thought he was worth befriending. However, the man had something else in mind; he wanted Joan to be his girlfriend.

After he went back to his ward, Abigail walked in with dinner in hand and said, "Joan, that man likes you."

"Don't spout nonsense. What if someone heard you?" Joan chided softly.

Who knows? Jake might have a girlfriend. Besides, there's no room for anyone else in my heart except for Larry, and being divorced won't change that.

"I'm serious. You know bystanders always see things more clearly, right? You need to watch out," Abigail muttered.

Joan closed the magazine in her hand and looked out the window, recalling her interaction with Jake earlier. As far as she was concerned, they didn't say or do anything that crossed the line.

Yeah. This girl is losing it! After reassuring herself, she got up from the bed and headed to the washroom.