Never Late, Never Away (Vivian and Finnick)
Chapter 2517

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 2517

Although Joan's expression was blank, she secretly felt a wave of relief as her mind registered what Jessica had just said.

This was because she was ready to accept whatever fate had in store for her; if Della meant more to Larry than all those years that she and Larry had spent together, then so be it.

"Alright. Come on, let's go grab a bite together." Jessica then held Joan's hand and led her outside.

"Tell me the truth, Joan." Jessica casually looked over at Joan. "Are you pissed?"

"What do you think? How would you feel if this happened to you and Caspian? Would you be upset?" Joan questioned whilst glancing briefly at her.

"He wouldn't dare. If he tries, then I'll make sure to kick him in the family jewels," Jessica joked.

Later, they video-called Nancy, who answered the call with a fierce frown. She let out a pitchy complaint, "How heartless! Ditching me at home while you guys head out for a nice chat over food?"

"Nancy, when will you start being more ladylike?" Jessica frowned back teasingly.

"Forget it! You'll never catch me all prim and proper in this lifetime!" Nancy barked.

Her menacing tone startled Jessica, who tossed the phone to Joan and scurried off for some water to calm her nerves.

"Alright, you're the VIP of this friend group, so hurry over! We'll wait up." Joan then bid her farewell before hanging up.

She still hadn't figured out what happened between Nancy and Jory, but she knew that there was definitely trouble in paradise. So she took the opportunity since everyone was unoccupied today to solve Nancy's body image struggles together.

Jessica had overheard this and was peering over Joan's shoulders. "You're really inviting her along?"

Joan nodded. "Yeah. Nancy hasn't been feeling her best, so we should help her out and give her some advice."

"I can't believe it. Nancy's not feeling her best? But she's always so bubbly and overly hyper," Jessica mumbled.

"Who's calling me overly hyper?" Oh my! How the devil did she appear so quickly? Jessica massaged her temples as if she had a headache.

Seeing Nancy close in from afar, Jessica scrambled to cover her tracks. "N-no one! I meant myself-I called myself overly hyper."

Back at the office, Della appeared once again. She took out some lunchboxes and placed them on a nearby table. "Here are your lunches. I made them myself."

Larry disregarded her. Instead, he buried his head into his regular mountain-like pile of work. Caspian, on the other hand, looked at the woman with his jaw dropped onto the ground.

A strong businesswoman like her knows how to cook? Unbelievable!

"Larry!" Caspian whispered.

"Don't talk to me!" Larry snapped in response.

Caspian's gaze flung back to Della. He could only stare helplessly at the woman.

"It's fine if he's not hungry. You have some," Della offered whilst pointing at the lunchboxes in front of them.

"Why don't we eat together?" Caspian uttered awkwardly.

"I've already ate," Della murmured.

During their awkward exchange, Larry hadn't even moved one bit. It was apparent that he was displeased by Della's presence.

Regardless, Della still sat on the sofa and had her eyes pinned on Larry. Every so often, she would readjust her position by crossing her legs, leaning forwards, straightening her back, tapping her fingers, and

so on. She did all of that in hopes of piquing Larry's attention. Larry knew that she was watching him with eagle eyes. However, he feigned ignorance and continued about his business.

Perhaps it was to reduce this awkward atmosphere, but Caspian pretended to really enjoy the food. He hoped that his little gesture would give her the recognition that she wanted.

"I appreciate this, Ms. Duff," Caspian blurted out.

"It's nothing," Della blandly responded.

"Don't bother doing this anymore. I won't eat a single bite of the meals you make," Larry grumbled without looking at her.

"But Caspian enjoys my cooking," Della whined.

"Who says so?" Larry raised his head and shot a wide-eyed glare at Caspian.

"Oh, um... Ms. Duff, I don't normally enjoy this style of food. Perhaps you should save it for someone else." Caspian swapped alliances in an instant, taking Larry's side of the argument.

That's a big fat lie! These are all really scrumptious! Caspian scolded inwardly. He stifled a pout at the well-prepped lunchbox before him. If only she could deliver me lunchboxes every day...