Never Late, Never Away (Vivian and Finnick)
Chapter 3320

Chapter 3320 To Dial Or Not To Dial

He averted his gaze, not wishing for the mental defenses he had worked so hard to build up to simply fall to pieces in that instant.

Megan was quite stumped at hearing Jonas' apology. Pertaining to that call in the morning, she was more upset with Jake than she was with him.

But right now, the only thing she had left was self-reproach.

"It's okay. There's no need to dwell on it. I'm not that angry anymore."

Megan took a sip of wine as she lay back in the rattan recliner, and her eyes drifted aimlessly toward the deep blue sky.

She wondered what Jake might be up to right now.

Seeing how distracted she was, Jonas lowered his gaze. Light and shadow mingled upon his downcast face as he did.

He got to his feet and sampled some of Megan's cooking with a fork. They were downright awful and unpalatable, but Jonas swallowed them anyway. "Not bad."

Jonas was expressionless when he placed down the fork, but the corner of his lips lifted when he saw Megan's look of surprise.

"What? Is it that inconceivable that I was able to eat it?"

Megan took another sip of wine. She could not imagine how he had done that because even she would refuse to eat her own cooking.

"Uh yeah, your courage is... commendable."

"That's right. Some would call that true love."

Jonas' brows perked up teasingly. It was not clear whether that was said in jest or sincerity.

Megan could not decide which it was, but she paved it over with a broad smile and a sparkle in her eyes.

Both of them, as well as everyone on the production crew, spent the night together in the villa. Megan lay in bed, wide awake. She brought up Jake's number on her phone but immediately found herself in a dilemma.

She was not able to get over what happened earlier and wanted very much to call and apologize. It seemed that she had been constantly maligning him in his face of late.

To dial, or not to dial. That was the question.

As Megan was deliberating, her phone lit up. Upon closer inspection, she found that a message had come through.

"Are you asleep?"

After she went through its content, she realized that the sender was Jake.

Her chest tightened as she had not expected that he would initiate contact on his own volition.

The brightness of the screen was especially piercing to the eyes amidst the darkness. Between blinks, Megan considered how she should respond.

Terribly conflicted inside, there was so much she wanted to say. But all she could muster in the end was "Not yet".

Less than a second later, a new message came in.

Megan could hardly contain herself as she promptly read the text displayed.

"Me too. Why don't we sneak out. Let's go for a ride."

A ride?

Megan was jolted to her senses. She jumped out from bed jubilantly and the worried expression she wore before became a thing of the past.

She got dressed quickly without consideration of the consequences and sat on the bed while she fired off her reply.

"Okay. Come pick me up!"

It was an exhilaration that she had never experienced prior to this, and never had she wanted to do anything this badly. She was utterly wound up by all the vexing matters and poor interpersonal relations piled upon her over so many days in a row.

There was nothing more she would like right now than for a blast of cold wind to knock those unhappy thoughts to the back of her mind.

"Alright. Sit tight. I'll be right over."

Jake's reply came back fairly quickly. Megan chucked the phone aside once she was done reading it and propped herself up with both hands, feeling more at ease.

Megan's phone blared out shortly after. She picked up the call and heard Jake's voice coming from the other end.

"I'm downstairs. Hurry down now."

"Okay. Be right there."