Never Late, Never Away (Vivian and Finnick)
Chapter 2891

Chapter 2991

"I'm serious, Joan.Leave Larry. You two are not suitable for each other, continued Della.

If she had simply asked Joan to leave Larry, perhaps Joan would have complied.

After hearing those words, however, Joan felt an unexplainable wave of anger and annoyance.

What does she mean by saying we are not suitable for each other" How can one determine if someone is suitable for oneself or otherwise 7if I'm not suitable for Larry, does that automatically make her a fit for him? Joan let out a dry laugh, her eyes filled with contempt as she glared at the woman in front of her.

Love is something mutual between both parties.

As long as one party does not reciprocate the other party's feelings, the relationship would be filled with troubles and turbulence.

How could she not understand such a simple principle? Joan turned her head away, refusing to give the woman in front of her the time of day.

What kind of attitude is this? Della felt her anger rising.

She sure can be arrogant! Out of the blue, Della grinned and took Joan by her hand and pulled the latter towards the couch.

As Joan fell onto the soft landing, Della held up her wine glass and announced, "Come on, let's get drunk tonight!" What is Della up to?Why did she ask for me? What's her purpose?For me to accompany her as she drinks?Or get me to leave Larry? Joan was totally confused.

Della smirked subtly.

All these were part of her carefully thought-out plan.

Della was not a fool.

She always carried out her schemes with absolute precision and caution.

Unfortunately, unbeknownst to Bella, Jake's and Larry's men were in the same hotel she was in, possibly foiling her perfect plan at any time.

"Sorry, I don't drink." Joan turned down the invitation without hesitation.

Who knows what horrible things she'll do to me if I get drunk.

Best to be wary in this day and age.

"What, you're looking down on me too? First Larry, now you? Why is that? Am I not good enough?" Della cried out while downing the liquor, a look of agony and heartbreak on her face. Joan's heart softened at the sight.

For some reason, Joan found herself sympathizing with Della.

Huh...

all this is caused by foneliness.If she had a boyfriend, surely she wouldn't be in such a pathetic state.

Speaking of which, what is with Larry? Why did he refuse to be with this woman ?Whether it's their family background or personal abilities, they truly are a good match for each other. So why does Larry keep rejecting her? Joan shook her head with a sigh.

Love truly is powerful and strange, making one fee! whole for a second and destroying them the next.

"Quick, Joan! Pick out a song for me!" As she was speaking, Della shoved Joan to the side towards the karaoke machine.

Without much thought, Joan started selecting songs for Della.

Seeing Joan so absorbed in her task, Della's lips curled up into a sneer.

In a swift motion, she picked up the drink that she had poured for Joan and slipped in a pill before handing it to Joan.

"Here! You have to have at least one drink tonight.

Just this one!" Della forced the glass into Joan's hand.

Joan stared at the drink in her hand, conflicted.

"Chill out, the alcohol content in this is not high," Della quickly assured.

Joan swirled the glass in her hand.

The alcoho! content in this really isn't high...

Oh whatever, having one won't kill me.

After a moment of hesitation, Joan placed the glass on her lips and started drinking.

PerfectiMay the show begin, Joan Watts! Della kept her eyes on Joan as the victim downed the drink unsuspectingly, gloating at Joan's predestined fate.

"So tell me, what do you think about Larry?" Della asked Joan innocently.

Joan blinked at the question and diverted her gaze.

That's a hard question to answer! For some strange reason, Joan found herself relying on Larry and trusting him blindly despite thinking of him as a stranger.

Not only that, but images of Larry would randomly pop up in her mind, whether she wanted it or not.

It seemed to be completely out of her control.

"Where are they? Have you found them?" In the meantime, at a corner of the lobby, Larry questioned one of his men.

"We only saw Ms. Duff, but no one else.

Ms. Duff had entered a private room.

It seems as if she's going drinking, reported the man immediately.

He was not aware of Joan's presence.