Never Late, Never Away (Vivian and Finnick)
Chapter 2892

Chapter 2892

Della? Drinking alone? Here?What is she up to now?Something's not right.

This isn't like her! Larry scratched the back of his head, deep in thought.

"Are you sure she's alone?" Larry narrowed his eyes and asked in a low voice.

"Yes, I'm sure. I only saw her entering the private room alone." They were not aware that there was a back door in the private room Della was in.

"Since you're not up for drinking, Joan, how about some juice instead?" Della handed over a glass of juice.

Seeing the cold woman a moment ago smiling warmly at herself, Joan began to lower her guard.

After all, how would she know this was all part of Della's scheme? "So Joan, do you really not like Larry at all?" Della probed gently as she walked in front of Joan. Do I not like him?it's not that t don't like him either, no...

but rather...

{ barely even know him! We hardly even spend time with each other, of course, I'm not going to have any fantasies about anything happening between us.

Even though Joan reasoned with herself, a blush crept up her face inadvertently.

At Joan's reddened cheeks, realization dawned on Della.

Ah, it's not that she doesn't like Larry, she just hasn't realized her true feelings for him.

Della scoffed coldly before taking a seat on the couch and sipping her wine slowly.

No matter what, I won't let this b*tch get her hands on Larry!Joan Watts, just wait and see! Della clenched her fist and tightened her grip on her glass, clearly displeased. Ring! Ring! All of a sudden, Della's phone blared.

Peering at the caller ID, an evil gleam flashed through Della's eyes as she quickly picked up the phone.

"You're here? Well, come on in!" With that, she hung up.

"Joan, I'd like to introduce you to a friend of mine.

He's super handsome!" winked Della with a charming smile.

He couldn't be more handsome than Larry, could he? Joan broke into a huge grin.

Thud! Just then, the door opened and a man sauntered into the room.

"Joan, let me introduce you to my friend, Zachary!" Della led the man towards Joan in an eager manner.

Odd, why would she suddenly introduce me to one of her friends?Last! check, we aren't very close.

I was even kidnapped here! Face to face with the man, Joan gave him an awkward smile as a greeting. Something's wrong, I can feel it.

Deep in her heart, Joan felt uneasy, as if impending danger awaited her.

instinctively, she moved a few inches away.

"Come.

Have a drink," insisted Della as she led Zachary to the table.

Nevertheless, Della no longer forced Joan to drink.

She had no doubt that the drink Joan had downed just now was most definitely more than enough.

"Ugh..." Out of the blue, Joan stumbled abruptly.

Out of reflex, she propped her body against the wall for support.

What's going on?What do I get a headache?Why am ! feeling so hot all of a sudden?Weird, am I coming down with a fever? Joan instinctively placed her palm on her forehead.

I really am burning up...

However, it wasn't just her forehead.

Her cheeks, arms, belly...

her entire body felt as if it had caught on fire.

Joan's body temperature flared up as she felt herself growing more restless by the second.

She clenched the corner of her clothes and squeezed her eyes shut, taking deep breaths in an attempt to calm herself down.

Da*n it! An uncontrollable desire arose in Joan's heart, a thirst for the opposite gender.

Joan quickly gripped her collar tightly, terrified that she would do something indecent.

Joan's struggle did not escape Della's eyes, especially since the latter was expecting this.

Della stood up gracefully from her seat and made her way towards Joan, amused.

"Joan, are you okay? What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable? Do you have a fever?" Della asked gently as she feigned a look of concern. "L.. I feel awful..." Joan stammered, sweat dripping down her forehead.

Of course, you would feel awful! That was an entire pillf Suddenly, Della smirked before shoving Joan onto the man on the couch forcefully.

The second Joan came in contact with the man's skin, it was as if she had found her lifeline.

She quickly and hungrily ran her hands up and down his body.