Never Late, Never Away (Vivian and Finnick)
Chapter 2540

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 2540

"You can if you're willing to!" Dustin spluttered.

Sorry to burst your bubble. The thing is, I'm not!

"Dustin, I'm sorry. We have to end this! Let's pretend that nothing ever happened that night, okay? Consider this a favor... from me."

Oh, dear Joan. What lovely eyes you have. So sincere, so firm, and so charming! But I cannot allow things to go your way! I want you, and I'll replace some way to marry you, Joan!

"Come on, Joan. We can give it a try, you know? I don't care what's going on between you and Larry. You're the only one I want!" Dustin tugged on her arm, for fear she might run away from him.

No matter what, as long as you haven't reconciled with Larry, I still have hope! And even if you get back together with him, I'll keep waiting for you!

"Please don't do this. If you keep this up, I'm really going to scream!" Joan warned him.

Dustin immediately let go of his right arm and adjusted his attitude.

"I came here today to make it clear to you, once and for all. I implore you, don't waste your time on me. It's not worth it!" Joan muttered.

"No! Of course you're worth it. You're the only woman I love, Joan! I won't accept anyone else besides you!"

"That's because you haven't met the right one," she added.

What does "the right one" even mean? Two people who share the same ideals, or two people who fall in love at first sight? But how many matches made in heaven are there on this planet? I've finally met you, Joan. You, who make my heart beat like crazy. And now you want me to give up without a fight?

Thud!

A young man had stumbled into their private room by accident. "Oh, pardon me. I must have the wrong room!" he excused himself.

"Geez! How can you barge into someone else's room like that! Get over here, now!" Out of the blue, Jake swung by the private room as he yelled at the intruder. Three sets of eyes met.

Instantly, everything seemed to have come to a standstill.

Joan and Jake exchanged glances. It took some time for them to respond.

"Joan? Why are you here? Who's this?" Jake demanded to know Dustin's identity as he pointed at the man opposite Joan. The frown hanging on his face showed that he was not pleased at all. "Just a friend," Joan simply replied.

Just a friend? Dustin looked away from the man at the door and turned to face the woman. His expression was one of disappointment.

"And who are you?" Dustin rose from his seat and asked, albeit not in a nice way.

"Also a friend," Joan repeated.

The same answer... The two men promptly understood the situation.

"I'm telling you, give up on her! Joan's mine!" Jake fired first.

Exactly who should give up here? What a joke! Dustin turned away in disdain. He remained quiet.

"Stop it! You, just get out of here!" Joan barked at Jake who was just a few steps away.

Jake gave Dustin a fierce look in the eye, before he eventually left the two in peace.

Once more, Joan and Dustin were left to their devices in the private room. An awkward silence ensued.

"So... what's going on between you and him?" Dustin was first to break the deadlock.

"Like I said, we're just friends," Joan casually answered.

Do you take me for an idiot? Just friends? Do you think I can't see it? That guy obviously has a crush on you!

"Joan, you have to be careful," he warned her.

Joan, taken aback by his words, looked up at him.

"He likes you," he added.

I know. I just never said yes to him.

"I wonder... Are you rejecting me because of Larry or because of that guy just now?"

What the hell did you just say? Are you seriously thinking that I'm somehow involved with Jake Joan found his reaction absurd. "Dustin, watch your tongue. Nothing's changed between Larry and I, and it'll stay that way," she exclaimed, loud and clear.

The man in front of her breathed a sigh of relief. Over the course of a meal, Joan's attempt to convince Dustin to stop pursuing her had been unsuccessful. Quite simply, Dustin could be very persistent. He could go to any lengths necessary to get his hands on his prize.