Never Late, Never Away (Vivian and Finnick)
Chapter 2546

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 2546

Joan then gave Delilah a puzzled look.

"When are the both of you going to remarry?" Delilah suddenly added.

"Pfft!" Joan spewed her food out immediately.

"Erm, I'm sorry." She quickly wiped her mouth with her napkin.

"Are you alright?" Larry asked at once.

"I'm fine," Joan replied.

"Joan, what are you so nervous about?" Without even turning her head, Delilah asked as she ate.

"Huh? Erm, I'm not. I just happened to choke," Joan replied awkwardly.

She being self-conscious. Delilah sneered.

She had once thought that Joan was a lady with principles, a good wife, and a wonderful mother. But reality had shown her otherwise. "Next time, you had better be more careful. It would be a disgrace if you were found out," Delilah commented with a strange tone.

In response, Joan felt a sense of dread.

Can it be that she has found out about me and Dustin? She gave Delilah a wary look.

Throughout the dinner, Joan felt on edge as she considered whether to tell Larry and Delilah the truth. However, she still didn't have the courage to do so.

Back in her room, she lay on her bed, tossing and turning around while feeling troubled.

Crack. The door to her room gently opened.

After glancing at Joan, Larry crept up to the bed. Looking at her face with a smile, he crawled into bed and hugged her to sleep.

Despite the familiar scent and touch, why do I feel such confusion? Joan closed her eyes while trying hard to relax.

Finally, after a long time, both of them fell asleep. Meanwhile, the moon outside the window slowly crept across the sky.

"Ms. Young, what's wrong?" Joan carefully probed as unease filled her eyes.

"Nothing," Delilah replied on purpose.

She wanted to see how long could Joan could refrain from telling her the truth. After giving Joan the side-eye, she continued with her work. "Let me help you." Just as she spoke, Joan took over Delilah's scissors.

"You don't have to. Just clean up your own mess," Delilah declined. Given how obvious I'm making it, hasn't she gotten it already?

Joan stood still and gave Delilah a heartbroken look.

"Did you tell Ms. Young about what happened between us?" Walking to the balcony, Joan spoke into the phone with her hand covering her mouth.

On the other end of the line, Dustin fell silent.

His response was telling. No wonder Delilah's attitude toward me changed so drastically yesterday.

"Why did you tell her? Didn't I tell you that I'll explain it to her?" Joan bellowed softly, with her voice filled with rage.

"No, Joan. Let me explain. Actually, Ms. Young has already suspected something. She just felt that you weren't going to tell her, so that's why she forced me to," Dustin explained. The next thing he heard was the disconnect tone. Obviously, Joan had hung up.

Is she angry? Dustin looked out the window with concern.

"Why are you questioning him? You should be questioning me instead as I forced him to tell me," Delilah snapped as she approached Joan from behind.

Joan turned around with a guilty expression.

"Ms. Young, I'm sorry," she apologized softly, hanging her head.

"Why are you apologizing to me? You didn't do anything to betray me. The one whom you betrayed was yourself," Delilah asserted.

Despite Delilah not showing any anger, Joan somehow felt a terrifying aura from her.