Never Late, Never Away (Vivian and Finnick)
Chapter 2630

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 2630

Hangover

I guess she really chose Larry in the end. Caiden got up slowly to leave.

"Caiden!" Delilah suddenly called out.

"Thank you for sending her home," she said with a smile.

"It's fine," he answered placidly.

"Have you been well?"

Somehow, Caiden lost part of his warm demeanor in the presence of this old lady.

"I've been well," he replied nonchalantly.

Sensing his awkwardness, Delilah cut the pleasantries short and sent him on his way.

"Larry, I missed you so much!" Joan mumbled from where she lay on the bed.

"Joan, do you want some water?" Larry asked while he stroked her forehead. "Larry!"

She flipped around and hugged him tightly around the waist.

Recognizing the familiar scent and warmth of Larry's body, she tried to burrow closer into him. She mumbled his name over and over, almost purring like a kitten in his embrace.

After spending some time staring at the full moon outside the windows, Larry eventually fell asleep.

The next morning, Joan woke up to the sight of sunlight streaming in through the windows. She stretched lazily and felt around for Larry. She smiled when she discovered he was still in bed. "Are you awake?" He cupped her face in his hands before giving her a soft kiss on her forehead.

"Yeah," she answered softly. She hooked her arms behind Larry's neck and stared at him.

"Where did you go last night? Do you remember anything?" Larry probed while stroking her hair. Last night? We had a staff dinner, right? Joan wrecked her brains trying to recall last night's events. Damn it, I think I was drunk last night.

"Erm, I drank last night," she confessed awkwardly while scratching the back of her head.

"And then what happened?" Larry asked.

Nothing, right? She stared at him in confusion.

"And then I came home," she declared confidently.

"How did you get home?"

Oh, did I get a cab home last night? Why can't I remember anything? Did Larry drive me home?

Joan looked at Larry abashedly as she asked, "Didn't you come and get me last night?"

"No," came his answer.

"Joan, you know getting drunk is dangerous, right? I've told you so many times not to drink in public anymore."

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Larry would always nag Joan every time she drank alcohol.

But I can't always refuse to drink. Just look at last night.

"I know. Last night was just a one-off thing," Joan explained.

"Promise me you'll avoid drinking next time, alright?" Larry coaxed.

Joan nodded obediently and didn't protest. She would say yes to anything uttered with his magnetic tone.

"Joan! I prepared some soup to help you with your hangover!" Delilah yelled from the living room.

"Coming!" Joan quickly answered.

They got dressed before washing up in the washroom.

"Here it is. You should drink more of it," Delilah said as she passed a bowl to Joan.

"Thank you, Ms. Young. I'm sorry for troubling you," Joan replied with an awkward smile.

"If you're so sorry about it, why did you drink alcohol?"

Delilah glared at her while she stuffed a piece of toast into her mouth.

Joan lowered her head in shame at Delilah's unusually chilly demeanor.

"Ms. Young, I got a present for you," Larry blurted.

Delilah's head swiveled toward Larry in an instant.

"Why are you giving me a present all of a sudden?" she questioned.