A Touch of Sweetness (Finnick Norton and Vivian William) novel Chapter 2029

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 2029

That sentence was obvious. It meant the both of them, which was impossible.

They said I am cruel? Yes, I am cruel. They said I am righteous? I am righteous as well. The man could not understand why Gabriella liked that Larry asshole. There were so many corporation presidents around, as well as many heirs to great fortunes. But why did she have to choose him out of all of them?

“Larry, what are we going to do? He’s still not telling the truth,” Caspian asked. He was anxious too, with his clenched fists and wild eyes.

This concerned Larry’s entire future. If it was not handled properly, there was a chance of a divorce between him and Joan.

Caspian suddenly felt the fragility of marriage. Large conflicts could begin with a misspoken word or a misinterpreted incident. What’s more, Larry was framed for such a serious matter.

For someone who has never committed any wrongdoings in his life, it would undoubtedly feel awful when all of a sudden everybody started thinking that he was a sinner.

“This will be an uphill battle. Not to worry, we’ll deal with it slowly. Let’s wait and see what Gabriella would do next,” Larry said, his eyes narrowed fiercely.

“What has Dustin been up to?” Larry asked suddenly.

He hated it when Dustin approached Joan when he has nothing to do. She belongs to me alone! Larry clenched his fist at that thought.

“He’s always at the supermarket as some supervisor,” Caspian replied in a low voice. “He looked busy recently, and so does Joan. She’s always taking on extra shifts. It could be due to the weather.”

D*mn Dustin. Opportunistic scumbag! It was too bad that even if Joan did decide to divorce me, she wouldn’t go for Dustin. Larry understood her thoroughly. If she did like him, she wouldn’t wait that long. Larry smiled with satisfaction.

He trusted that Joan would wait for him. Though there were misunderstandings that had created a rift between them, it would easily be resolved by explaining.

“Larry, tonight…”

“No need to work overtime tonight, Caspian. Go on home.” Larry strode out of the office.

“Larry, there’s a very strange matter,” Larry blurted.

“Speak,” Larry commanded in a low voice.

“Gabriella opened a fashion boutique shop. I think she has handed it over to that guy.”