Never Late, Never Away (Vivian and Finnick)
Chapter 2629

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 2629

Entanglements

"I can't!" Joan interrupted.

She hated telling people about her personal life, especially when it came to her relationship with Larry.

"Then it's time to chug!" Abigail pushed the bottle of beer toward her.

Joan took a deep breath before she drank the beer.

What's wrong with her?

Suddenly, Caiden grabbed the bottle from her hands and finished it for her.

"Caiden!" she yelled at him while wiping her mouth.

"We were just joking, Mr. Owens. You don't need to drink the whole thing."

"Yea, it's fine. Please stop drinking."

A few of the staff glared at Abigail as they tried to stop Caiden.

But Caiden had already tossed the empty beer bottle into a trash can.

"Good one, Mr. Owens!" The supervisor piqued up and began clapping.

Joan watched Caiden anxiously.

Argh, they're going to start spreading rumors about us again!

The game ended shortly after that. No one was in the mood to play anymore, and soon everyone left.

Joan was hunched over a drain in front of the nightclub, vomiting her guts out in agony.

"How are you feeling? Are you ok?" Caiden asked in worry.

"I'm fine; you should go home now. I'll hail a cab soon." She waved off his concern.

Caiden could not leave her behind while she was still retching.

"Let me take you to the hospital," he offered.

His heart ached at her obvious discomfort.

"I'm fine. I just need to get some rest at home." She refused his offer.

"Then I'll send you home." Caiden made a move to help her up.

"No!"

Joan straightened up suddenly and supported herself against a nearby tree. She stared at him sternly. "Caiden, I'm begging you. Can you please go home? Stop caring about me," she pleaded desperately.

I have to cut ties with Caiden!

"Joan, why must you avoid me? Is it because I like you?" Caiden confronted her.

What other reason could there be? Still, Joan shook her head at him. Her body suddenly sagged with exhaustion.

"Don't touch me; I just want to enjoy a peaceful life with Larry." Joan turned and walked away on wobbly legs.

Caiden didn't prod her after she had made her intentions clear. He followed her from a distance, worried that she might trip.

"Ok, I got it. I'll just send you home tonight." He strode forward and lifted her before turning toward his car.

"Put me down! Larry's going to be pissed!" Joan pounded on his back as she protested his actions.

Caiden appeared to ignore her as he walked forward in determination.

"Why must you treat me like this? Why can't you just let me go? Even your father is suspicious of me. What on earth do you want me to do?" Joan yelled as she was buckled in the car. Tears of helplessness were streaming down her face.

Caiden felt a rush of passion at her tears.

I want to be with her so much. But I know she hates dishonorable people, and I have to respect her for that. I won't put her in a tough spot.

Caiden's car pulled into the driveway of her house.

"Oh dear, what's going on?" Delilah rushed toward the car and helped Joan out.

"She's drunk," Caiden answered politely.

Why must she go and get herself drunk? Delilah glanced at Joan sharply.

"What's going on?" Larry came out of the house when he heard the commotion.

"Hurry, you should help Joan up to the room." Delilah pushed a half-conscious Joan to Larry.

Caiden lowered his head awkwardly at Larry's cold expression.