Never Late, Never Away (Vivian and Finnick) novel Chapter 2370

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 2370

“Help! Someone fell down!” The unfamiliar female voice sounded again.

Apart from the woman’s shouts, Joan could vaguely make out a man’s grunts, which sounded very frail to her ears.

Oddly, there was no one passing by the area at that moment.

The woman’s cry for help grew more frantic as the man’s grunts grew weaker.

What’s going on? Joan got down from the bed and slowly made her way to the door.

There, she saw a young man sprawled on the ground, unable to get up no matter how hard he tried. The person who bumped into him was a thin-looking female patient. Clearly, she didn’t have enough strength to help him up. Joan stepped forward without hesitation and used all of her energy to help the man up from the ground.

“Are you okay?” she asked the man with concern written on her face.

The man slowly raised his head and met her gaze with a smile.

He had well-defined features, a row of pearly white teeth, and a pair of dark, alluring eyes. Under different circumstances, Joan’s heart might have even fluttered at the sight of him, but all she did was make an observation. Mm. He’s a good-looking man.

The man maintained his smile and expressed his gratitude. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. C’mon, I’ll take you back.” Joan supported the man back to his own ward.

“My name is Jake Wilson. What’s yours?” he asked in a soft voice.

“Joan Watts,” she answered with a smile.

The man’s heart skipped a beat at the sight of her sweet smile. Unable to stop himself, he gushed, “Joan Watts, you’re really pretty, and kind too.”

Joan suddenly felt a little shy after being praised like that.

Abigail came back with the thermos flask in her hand right then and called out in an unhappy tone, “Joan!”

“Huh? I’ll get going now.” She instantly spun on her heels and tugged Abigail away.

Back in Joan’s ward, Abigail questioned in a stern voice, “What were you doing earlier?”

“That man fell down, so I helped him back to his ward. That’s all,” Joan clarified.

Really? Abigail circled her several times, surveying her with narrowed eyes as though she was a criminal suspect.