Never Late, Never Away (Vivian and Finnick)
Chapter 2372

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 2372

Is she trying to say that she has another man by her side and doesn't need me anymore? Larry's grip on his phone tightened, and the temperature of the air around him plummeted.

"What? We've only just divorced but you're already looking for a new target?" Larry fumed.

He's being unreasonable! Not wanting to waste her breath on him, Joan hung up the call directly.

"What's wrong?" Jake asked concernedly when he noticed the anger lining her features.

"It's nothing. Anyway, where were we?" She wasn't going to let Larry ruin her good mood.

Not far away, a trace of worry peeked from Abigail's eyes as she watched this scene. Is it really that difficult to coax a woman, Larry? After a while, she shook her head in resignation and walked away.

The next day, Joan and Jake went to the same place to chat again. Halfway into their conversation, Jake paused, as if in a dilemma. Finally, he asked cautiously, "Was that your boyfriend who called you yesterday?"

Joan hesitated for a split second before denying, “No.”

He really isn't my boyfriend. Why should I feel guilty? She mentally reassured herself.

"Actually, I don't have a girlfriend either," Jake abruptly confessed with a bashful look on his face.

Why did he suddenly bring this topic up? Embarrassed, Joan fidgeted slightly.

"When are you getting discharged? You seem to have fully recovered," she deliberately pointed out.

"Joan," Larry called out from behind right then, interrupting her conversation with Jake.

Jake was an optimistic person. Hence, Joan enjoyed talking to him because his sunny personality never failed to fill her with positive energy.

"What are you doing here?" Joan shot up from her seat.

"Did you forget what I said yesterday? I told you I'd be coming here to take you home today," Larry reminded.

Joan was dumbstruck.

He never mentioned anything about taking me home!

Before she regained her senses, he added, "C'mon, let's go pack your stuff and go home together."

"Are you getting discharged?" Jake interjected.

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"Yes, the doctor said she can be discharged now," Larry answered for Joan before tugging her away.

Jake stood rooted to the ground with anger swelling in his chest as he stared after the two figures.

Whipping out his phone, he made a call. "Run a background check on the man who came to pick Joan Watts up from the hospital. I wanna know who the hell he is." With that, he hung up the phone. "Larry, what the hell are you doing? Have I said anything about getting discharged?" Joan shook off his hand and yelled.

Why? Does she want to continue chatting with that man from just now? Larry scoffed as he was jealous.

"Do you plan on staying here forever then?"

Who said anything about staying here forever? I only wanted to recuperate here and go home once I'm all recovered. That way, Ms. Young and Lucius wouldn't be able to tell that I was injured. "Larry, can you stop being so childish and act your age, please?"

"What do you want from me, Joan? You chose to ignore all that I've done for you, yet, you were having so much fun chatting with a male stranger?" Larry raged.

Has he lost his mind?

Is it wrong to be in a good mood? Besides, it can speed up my recovery too! If only he could be calm and positive like Jake when we talked instead of flying into a rage, I would be more than willing to listen to everything he said!

"I'm tired. I don't wanna talk to you anymore." Without giving him a chance to speak, she burrowed underneath the covers.

Larry tried his best to control his temper and spoke in a gentle voice, "Let's go home, Joan."

He admitted that it was his fault for allowing his jealousy to get the best of him just now.

The woman lying on the hospital bed blinked a few times, her gaze gradually softened.

"Larry, it's not that I don't want to go home, but I can't. Ms. Young and Lucius will worry if they see me like this," she explained, hoping that the man in front of her would understand.

That's fair enough. Larry walked toward the windows and stared into the distance in an attempt to recollect himself.