Never Late, Never Away (Vivian and Finnick)
Chapter 2530

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 2530

Unable to contain himself, he grabbed her arms roughly and shouted, "Why must it be him?"

"Because I love him," failing to notice the anger radiating from him, she answered matter-of-factly with an unfocused gaze.

"Then what about me? After so many years, haven't you ever considered my feelings?"

"What the hell, Dustin? Why are you shouting at me? What did I ever do to you?" Joan complained as she thrashed against him.

"You're right. It's not your fault. I was the one who kept lying to myself," Dustin hung his head and muttered.

"What's wrong with you? Are you feeling sick? Do you want to go home and rest?" Joan abruptly held his face with a hint of worry in her glassy eyes.

"Can you accompany me?" he pleaded with a maelstrom of emotions swirling in his gaze.

"No, I wanna go home," Joan insisted and turned around to leave.

Suddenly, she doubled over and threw up near a tree by the road.

Just how much did she drink? Dustin's heart ached at the sight of her heaving her guts out like that.

"Are you okay? How are you feeling?" He instantly stepped forward to stroke her back in an attempt to ease her nausea.

"I'm fine. Don't worry, I can go home on my own," Joan stubbornly stated.

What nonsense is she saying? It'd be a miracle if she can even stand straight in her current state!

Without hesitation, Dustin crouched down in front of her and wrestled her onto his back.

"What are you doing? Put me down right now! What if someone sees us?" she exclaimed.

"Stop talking!" Dustin chided.

"Larry...., I wanna go home. I want my hubby..."

It grated on Dustin's nerves every time she uttered Larry's name.

"Ow! You hit me!" Joan yelped on the bed.

"No, I didn't. I only put you on the bed," Dustin patiently explained.

"Water. I want water," she murmured.

Dustin immediately went to pour her a glass of water and carefully held it to her lips. After taking only one sip, she flung out an arm and knocked the glass directly onto the floor. Fortunately, it was only plain water. Otherwise, it would be difficult to clean off the wooden floor. Dustin looked at the woman on the bed with adoration in his eyes.

It would be more than enough for him if she could stay like this with him every day.

"Larry..." Joan mumbled while tugging on the blanket next to her.

Dustin quickly grabbed a piece of tissue to wipe the sweat off her forehead. Then, he helped her out of her coat so that she could sleep more comfortably.

His throat went dry at the sight of her ample bosom and he gulped.

No! Dustin, you can't do that to Joan! He struggled to extinguish the desire blazing inside him.

"Mmm..."

Suddenly, Joan turned over and hugged him.

Her alluring scent invaded his senses, and with her lips were right next to his ear, he could clearly hear her breathing. Dustin felt himself losing control.

"Stay away from me, Joan!" he croaked out.

But the woman didn't respond at all.

After a long time, she flipped to her other side again, leaving Dustin feeling cold and lonely. But he was reluctant to leave this bed and overwhelmed with the urge to hug this woman to sleep even though he was aware that this was a selfish and dangerous thought.

In the end, he still slept beside Joan.

The next morning, the sun shone through the window and made everything appear peaceful.

The woman stirred in bed before slowly opening her eyes.

She stiffened all of a sudden. Where am I? This isn't home! It's not the hospital either!

She sat up in a flash and scanned her surroundings. Finally, her gaze landed on the man sleeping beside her.

Oh my God. Did I sleep on the same bed as Dustin? Nothing happened last night, right? She frantically lifted the blanket to look at herself. Other than her coat, she was still fully clothed. So this means we only slept on the same bed, right?