Never Late, Never Away (Vivian and Finnick)
Chapter 2766

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 2766

Is He Complimenting Me

He ate them and smiled in satisfaction. "Thank you, Mom. Thank you, Grandma." Looking at his bright, innocent smile, Joan's heart melted, and she felt as though her life was complete. "How is it? Does it taste good?" Delilah asked Lucius anxiously.

He gave her a thumbs up. "Of course! Every dish that Grandma makes is delicious!"

Since when did he become such a sweet talker? Smiling, Joan fell into a trance looking at the little boy in front of her.

Although Larry was abroad, he knew everything that happened to Joan lately and chose to trust her despite the doubts in his heart.

That night, they had a call with each other and talked about the incident between her and Lucinda. After hearing the whole story from her, he praised, "You did well."

Is he complimenting me? Joan blushed at his words. At that moment, joy and contentment filled her heart fully. Little did they know that an evil scheme was creeping up on her.

"When are you coming back?" Joan sounded rather anxious. It had been a long time since she had last seen him. I can't wait for him to return.

"There are still a lot of things that need to be dealt with here, so it'll take a while," Larry replied. He could understand how she was feeling at the moment as he missed her dearly, too. After a brief chit-chat, they ended the call.

When Delilah passed by and saw the forlorn look on her face, she went to sit beside her on the sofa and asked gently, "What is it, dear? Did you miss him?"

"Yeah," Joan answered truthfully. Obviously, he had just been away for a few days, but she felt as if he had been gone for several years.

"It's okay. I'm sure he'll be back soon. Chin up!" Delilah patted her shoulder and cracked up at the lovesick look on her. Finally, they were acting like a real married couple!

Suddenly, the incident at the mall flashed through her mind. "Joan, so who's the one behind the incident?" Delilah was agog.

Who else could it be? Of course it's Della.

Apart from Gabriella, Della was the only one on earth who hated her with a passion. However, Joan was not ready to tell Delilah about their rivalry yet.

"Nah, it's nothing. It was just an accident. Don't overthink the matter, Ms. Young." She squeezed her hand reassuringly and left for her bedroom after that.

Joan lay on her bed, staring wide-eyed at the starry night sky outside the window. The pale crescent moon shone an ethereal glow in the dark sky with a million twinkling stars sprinkled around it.

As she tossed and turned in her bed, she could not help but think about Della. Why does she want to harm me so badly? Is it just because of Larry?

She gripped the bedsheet beneath her tightly, furious at the thought of her.

The next morning, the warm rays of the morning sun shone through the windows and brought warmth to Joan's room. She opened her eyes and stretched herself before swinging her legs off the bed and striding out of her room.

When she went downstairs, she saw Delilah was busy preparing breakfast in the kitchen.

"You've finally woken up," Delilah said, pouring a glass of milk for Joan.

Joan yawned and took a sip of the milk. "Where is Lucius? Has he gone to school?"

"Yup."

Looking at Delilah bustling around behind the kitchen island, Joan felt a sudden sense of guilt. "Ms. Young, you can have a rest. I'll do the chores later."

Delilah turned around and smiled gently. "Since the incident was over, from today onward, you can go back to the flower shop."

Oh, yeah! Everything is indeed over. I can finally go back there! Joan was happy as a clam as she thought of this. The store has been closed for quite a long time due to that incident at the mall. They had breakfast together before going to the shop. After Lucinda posted the video clarifying the incident, the business of the flower shop was back to normal again.

"Wow, this flower is beautiful! I'd like a bouquet of this."

"Excuse me, miss. I'd like to have a bouquet of these white roses."

Gradually, more customers swung by and flocked the store.

Watching the lively atmosphere in her shop, Joan beamed in satisfaction. She enjoyed this kind of life where she earned everything she wanted through her own effort. Women should be independent.