Never Late, Never Away (Vivian and Finnick) novel Chapter 2482

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 2482

“Nonsense,” Joan rolled her eyes. “I can’t get drunk; I still need to head home to make dinner for my kid.”

Unbeknownst to her, she was already buzzed.

“I really respect you, Joan, and I’m super grateful for your companionship all this time,” Jessica hiccupped out, a mug of beer in one hand. “Especially since that stupid Caspian just flew out of the country without telling me anything! If it weren’t for you, I’d have gone over there myself to teach him a lesson or two.”

“You can’t do that! Caspian has his own dignity too, no? All you need to do is take care of your own business. And it’s not as if he’s never called to ask how you’re doing; it’s just that the one time he did, you didn’t pick up the call because you were drunk,” Joan argued.

The two women waved their hands in the air animatedly as they debated back and forth.

Jessica complained loudly, “No, he clearly doesn’t care about me at all! I’m going through the worst time of my life and he can’t even give me a single word of reassurance! What kind of boyfriend does that? Sometimes I wonder if he really sees me as his girlfriend!”

Nancy watched over them with an exasperated gaze.

She’d barely even gotten started drinking, yet her two friends were already this drunk? She turned around to grab some more bottles of alcohol.

“Wait, you guys have alcohol here? Then why did we have to go out to buy it?” Jessica demanded, pointing right at the bottle in Nancy’s hands.

“This is our family’s most treasured heirloom! We don’t usually take it out to drink,” Nancy pouted, kissing the glass bottle and making Jessica roll her eyes.

“It’s just a bottle of wine, not your ex-boyfriend! Besides, who else are you going to drink it with if not with us? Jory’s so rich, it’s not as if he’ll care if we drink this one bottle.”

On her left was Jessica’s curled-up body, and to her right lay an asleep Nancy.

Why am I sleeping with them…? Joan held her head in her hands, trying with all her might to recall the events of last night. It was only when she spotted the empty bottles of beer and wine on the table that all her memories came rushing back to her.

Oh my god. I must have lost my mind! She scolded herself internally.

“Don’t go…” Nancy mumbled, somehow finding Joan’s arm without having to open her eyes and holding onto it with a death grip.

Joan pushed and pulled, struggling to break free from her grasp. “Nancy, let go! I need to go to the washroom.”

Her efforts proved futile. Nancy had near-superhuman strength that she was no match for. It seemed that the legend of “women grow stronger after having given birth” was true after all.