Never Late, Never Away (Vivian and Finnick)
Chapter 2767

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 2767

I Am Feeling Uneasy

Suddenly, a wealthy-looking lady stepped inside and shouted from the door, "Miss, I'd like to buy some flowers!"

Frowning slightly at her attitude, Joan walk hurriedly to her and greeted her politely, "Hi. May I know which kind of flower you want to buy?"

The woman then pointed around the store and ordered more than a dozen of flowers, "Two bouquets of roses, two bouquets of tulips, three bouquets of lilies..."

Looking at the posh-looking lady, Joan was baffled. Why does she need so many flowers? Even though it was good for the business, she could not shake off the feeling that something was off. The woman found her staring and asked, "Why? Is there a problem?"

Snapping out of her trance, Joan gave her a curt smile and prepared the flowers she ordered. “Not at all."

Ah, whatever! She's a customer anyway. I should just give her the things she wanted.

Seeing Joan's serious expression, the woman smirked.

Before long, all the flowers were wrapped nicely, and Joan brought them to the woman.

"Here you go, miss." Joan handed those flowers over to her.

The woman took a look at them and nodded in satisfaction. "Hmm, well done."

"I'm glad you're satisfied." Joan's eyes were filled with relief.

Soon, the woman paid the bill and left with those flowers. Looking at her retreating figure, Joan suddenly had an inexplicable sense of foreboding. "Anything wrong?" Delilah patted her shoulder lightly.

"Ms. Young, I don't know why, but I'm feeling anxious." Joan clutched her chest nervously, feeling like something bad was about to happen.

Delilah frowned. "Did you sleep well last night? If you're tired, go and rest for a while."

Joan nodded and went into the break room at the side. As she sat slumped on the couch in the corner, she massaged her temples in an attempt to calm herself down. A while later, Delilah came in and asked, "Are you feeling better?"

"Yeah. I think I'll take a nap." Joan waved dismissively, looking tired. Delilah then took a towel and draped it on her.

After Delilah exited the room, she fell asleep on the couch not long after that.

Outside, the flower shop was still crowded with customers. Most of them were female, and everyone chattered a bit in the shop.

One of the customers noticed that Joan was not around and approached Delilah. "Where's the boss?"

"She's feeling under the weather," Delilah responded.

"I see. I hope she gets well..."

Before the customer finished speaking, a high-pitched scream pierced through the air, cutting her off. It came from the break room.

Worried, Delilah immediately rushed there. "What's wrong? Joan, did something happen?"

She sat up and ran her fingers through her hair, looking haggard. "It's nothing, Ms. Young. I had a nightmare."

Delilah heaved a sigh of relief. I thought that she was in danger.

"It's just a nightmare. Don't worry about it," she comforted, pouring a glass of water for Joan.

Yeah, it was just a nightmare. But why did it feel so real? Joan shook her head, trying to shake off her uneasiness. Then, she stood up and went out of the break room. Boom! Out of the blue, it began to thunder and started to rain cats and dogs.

"How strange. The weather forecast says there will be no rain today," Delilah remarked before rushing out to get the flowers outside and close the door.

Watching the pouring rain outside, Joan quivered and felt scared all of a sudden. However, she had no idea why she was afraid and what she was afraid of.

"Joan, what's wrong? You don't seem yourself," Delilah asked worriedly. She could see that Joan was not being herself.

"I'm fine." She squeezed a smile.

Ten minutes later, the rain stopped. Delilah shook her head and sighed. "Weather these days changes as quick as a bunny." "Joan Watts!" Suddenly, an unfamiliar voice came from the door, and a group of people barged into the shop fiercely.

Then, one of them, a middle-aged woman, bellowed in fury, "Who is Joan Watts? Come out now!"