Never Late, Never Away (Vivian and Finnick)
Chapter 2657

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 2657

If I Disappear

"If I disappear from your sight, will you stop bothering me?" Joan asked out of the blue.

Her question caught Jake by surprise. He did not anticipate that question of hers.

"No," he answered resolutely.

Jake himself was confused. Did I cling to Joan to take revenge? Or do I love her?

No, I love Faye!

He shook his head and berated himself to get a grip.

"Joan Watts, you will never escape from my clutches!" he proclaimed loudly.

Never? Joan shot him a dirty look.

How long is forever? A car accident can end everything in an instant.

"Jake, I hope you can reflect on your actions. You used to act differently back then. If you continue to bother me, I have no idea how to continue with my life," Joan tried to convince him as conflict flashed across her eyes.

What does she mean? She has no idea how to continue with her life? Am I that scary?

"Don't try to scare me, Joan. Whether you live or die is none of my business," Jake sneered.

Jake has changed. He doesn't even care if I die now.

Good. Let it be, then.

"Okay, we can have dinner together. Remember, this is the last time." Joan then grabbed her bag and left ahead of him.

Jake didn't know what she meant by "the last time", nor did he try to figure out what it meant.

They went to a restaurant to have dinner. Inside the restaurant, the lighting was subtle, the music mellow, and the heady scent of roses lingered in the air. It was a lovely sight, but all Joan felt was annoyance.

It's the last meal. She told herself. Just bear with it!

"Here, Jake. Cheers!" She lifted her wineglass and gulped it down without waiting for his reply.

Jake was a little surprised as she took the first move.

So she was just pretending in her office earlier! An impish smile broke across Jake's face.

"Jake, I need to apologize to you. It was my fault that your loved one is dead, and I'm sorry for that. I also need to thank you for your help..."

Joan was tipsy by now.

Hearing her mumbles, confusion tinged Jake's features. He didn't know why Joan would say that out of a sudden. Her words caused his heart to constrict uneasily.

"Joan, tell me. Where are you going?" he tried to sound her out.

"Home, where else?" Joan bared her teeth.

He pressed on, "Then why did you say those words?"

Joan frowned for a second before her features gradually softened.

"What did I say? I forgot," she answered while sipping on her glass.

Did she reveal her innermost thoughts as she was drunk? Jake studied her doubtfully.

In the end, they both got drunk and sprawled on the table, unconscious.

Jake wanted to get Joan drunk and bring her to a hotel room so he could lie that they had sex. Hopefully, Joan and Larry's relationship would be affected. Yet, he managed to drink himself into a drunken stupor.

The restaurant they were in was opened throughout the night, and Jake was a frequent customer, so even though they fell asleep, no one came to wake them up.

The next morning, sunlight poured through the window and shone on their faces.

Slap!

Joan gave Jake a tight slap.

"Who is it?" Jake's eyes snapped open as he glanced around warily.