Never Late, Never Away (Vivian and Finnick)
Chapter 2809

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 2809

Nightly Calls

An awkward silence ensured.

Finally, Della got up and left Larry's office in her stilettos.

What a pity! She could have been an exceptionally outstanding woman, yet she chose to be a wicked person. Caspian felt puzzled as he watched her leave.

Right when Caspian wanted to speak, Larry gestured him to leave the room too.

Putting himself in Larry's shoes, he kept quiet and left the office as well.

Back at the beach, Joan kept herself busy. The only difference was that she became more dispirited.

"What's wrong, Joan?" asked the concerned old woman.

Joan looked at her and shook her head. A hint of fear laced her eyes.

"What's bothering you? Share it with us. We'll go all out to help you if we could," the old man encouraged her.

Joan was deeply moved by their earnest words, but she was determined not to get them involved in her personal matters. She would not want to burden them with her problems; more importantly, she did not want them to get hurt.

Knowing Jake's temper, he'll never let anyone who obstructs his plan go easily.

"Nothing, I'm just a bit tired," she muttered.

Is that so? Why does she look so sad? The old woman doubted.

Jake would call Joan almost every night to ask about her day. Although Joan was quite irritated by his persistence, she did not dare to show obvious resistance.

Many days had passed, she was still in a dilemma. Lifting her head to gaze at the sky, she felt like she was drowning in a sea of sorry. Should I tell Larry about this?

But Jake has warned me not to do it, or else he might harm Ms. Young and Lucius. No, I can't allow that to happen.

Joan balled up her fists until her knuckles were white.

"The wind is getting stronger. You'd better go back to your room, Joan," the old woman called out.

"All right!" Joan obliged and went in to lie on her bed. She was not able to fall asleep. Gazing at the crescent moon, a dejected feeling washed over her. Do I continue like this my whole life? Tossing and turning, she was displeased at that thought.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

Her phone rang. Seeing the name on the vibrating screen, she sighed.

"How was your day? All good?" Jake asked casually over the phone.

"Do you really have to call me daily? I'm sure you already know what I've done throughout the day, don't you?" she blurted as she was aware that she was being watched.

Jake froze for a moment and smirked. He liked that she was all prickly and energetic when talking to him.

"Why? You don't like to hear my voice?" he asked further.

Of course not! I don't want to hear it ever again! Shutting her eyes, she looked up, trying to gain her composure.

"Anything else? If not, I'm going to hang up and retire for the night. I'm tired," she tried to end the conversation with an excuse.

"Hold on!" he stopped her.

Why the rush? We haven't even spoken for a minute. Do you hate me so much? His dim expression was replaced with anger.

"Ms. Young and Lucius are doing well, you don't have to worry about them," he updated her.

What does this mean? Is he indirectly threatening me? Joan became wary of him.

She knew Jake's personality like the back of her palm. He doesn't go by the book and is often unpredictable. Not to mention, his train of thoughts is oddly peculiar too.