Never Late, Never Away (Vivian and Finnick)
Chapter 2838

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 2838

"True love should be two-way, and the people involved should be genuinely in love with one another. If you can't be sure about your true feelings, take my advice-don't simply commit yourself," Abelyn added. She's right. From the very beginning, it's Jake who has been actively taking the initiative to show me his love. Never once did I make the first move in doing the same. I don't know if I love him or not. "My apologies. I'm exhausted, and I need to rest. Do see yourselves out," Joan stood up, preparing to go upstairs as she said that to them. Seeing as such, Dustin rose and stopped her in her tracks right away Tension was all that was left on his face.

"Joan, tell me then. When are you going to get married?" Hurriedly, Abelyn asked.

Joan was flabbergasted. She didn't know the answer to that question because she didn't know when she would be able to accept Jake wholeheartedly. Perhaps, it's up to fate to take its course, and when the time comes, I'll get married to him.

"Joan, you can only marry Larry," Dustin uttered lowly yet resolutely.

Larry again? Puzzled, Joan sized the two people standing before her up. Maybe I can get some information about this Larry from these two here today.

"Who's Larry, and where is he now?"

Abelyn sighed over Joan's words. The two people who once loved each other most have now become strangers inadvertently.

"Larry is your ex-husband. You got divorced accidentally for some reason, but you two were extremely lovey-dovey," Dustin quickly explained.

Hold on, this is nothing like what Della told me the other day. Which of them is lying? In that instance, Joan was lost. She didn't know whom she could trust, and neither was she confident that she would recover her past memories.

After much deliberation, she resorted to giving in. No matter what happened in the past, I'm contented now, at the very least. That's all that matters. Besides, Jake has sacrificed a lot for me.

The three of them continued chatting for a little longer, but still, Dustin and Abelyn couldn't manage to persuade Joan. Their failure to do so disheartened them greatly.

It took them substantial effort to finally replace the woman, and regrettably, she had lost her memory. Shaking her head, Abelyn heaved a sigh, looking very peeved. "Should we tell Larry about this?" she asked Dustin.

"Let's wait a little longer." The man squinted as he looked up at the gloomy sky above him, falling into deep contemplation. His concern was very simple. In view of Joan losing all her memories, she had totally no impression of Larry whatsoever. If Larry intervened in the matter at that juncture, it would only complicate things further.

And that wasn't what Dustin had intended.

"Then what should we do?" Abelyn asked softly.

What else can we do? We can only wait.

Meanwhile, Joan was lying on the sofa in the living room again, waiting for someone to return home. It was unbeknown to her how much time had passed when Jake finally came home.

"Two people came to see me today," she told Jake. Flipping through a magazine, Joan didn't really pay any attention to it, instead, she couldn't help glancing at Jake from time to time, observing his expression And then? What's she trying to say? Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Jake took off his coat.

"Jake, did I know someone by the name of Larry before this?" she asked all of a sudden.

Jake was startled at that particular instant, but he reverted to his usual composure very quickly.

"What are you talking about? Larry is my friend, so of course you know him. It has been quite some time since the two of you last met each other, though."

Is that so? Still, Joan had a gut feeling that it wasn't as simple as what the man before her said.

"Alright, don't think so much about such irrelevant things. You should get some rest," Jake said as he helped her to the bedroom.

The woman lay in bed all night, tossing and turning around, but she couldn't seem to fall asleep. She was preoccupied with the name 'Larry.' This had happened before - more than once or twice. Something very significant must have happened. I just can't remember it...

She curled up in bed and clenched her fists tightly, looking exceedingly dejected. She was perturbed by the chances of her overlooking something crucial due to her loss of memory.