Never Late, Never Away (Vivian and Finnick) novel Chapter 2672

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 2672

Why Are You Unhappy

Jake had known of Joan’s escapade with Dustin from the very beginning.

On top of that, there was also the presence of Abelyn.

“If there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave.”

“Wait a bit. We’re not finished here!” exclaimed Jake.

“There’s nothing else to discuss!” yelled Larry in response.

Now that he had figured out Jake’s intentions, there was no reason for him to stay any longer.

After Larry left the café, he glanced at his watch. He could not stop himself from dialing Joan’s number. After a few rings, she finally picked up.

“Where are you?” asked Larry, his voice dangerously silky.

“What is it?” queried Joan.

“I said, WHERE are you?” shouted Larry.

“I’m just taking some time off,” replied Joan calmly.

Dissatisfied at Joan’s evasive answers, Larry hung up.

The drive home was terse and quiet. It was not long before he reached his destination.

“What’s the matter, Larry?” asked Delilah. His expression seemed to worry her. “You don’t look very well.”

“It’s nothing.”

You call that “nothing”? Delilah looked at Larry again. He seemed a little dazed and colder than usual as well. Did he have an argument with someone? Delilah hurried towards Larry and gave him the once over.

“What is it? Did you quarrel with Joan?” asked Delilah again.

“No.”

“Well, you shouldn’t be mad! She just took a little trip on her own, that’s all—”

“Ms. Young!” Larry was not in the mood to let her finish.

“I’m going to rest in my room.” Larry brusquely walked up the stairs without sparing Delilah another glance.

Delilah sighed. Why do these young couples always quarrel? With another glance at Joan’s empty bedroom, she shook her head and went back to the kitchen.

Della was not blind to the disappointment in Larry’s face. She felt her heart clench, unable to bear the sight of Larry like this.

There was only one thing in the world that can possibly make him this upset. It has to be Joan.

“Did you quarrel with Joan?” asked Della.

“No.”

“Then why are you unhappy?”

“I’m not.”

Larry was quite reluctant to admit that he was, in fact, unhappy. Della turned around, walked towards the sofa and sat down.

Larry frowned. “Do you need something?”

“There will be a banquet tonight.” As she said this, Della placed an invitation in front of Larry.

Larry pushed it aside disinterestedly. “I’m not going.”

“I’d advise you to reconsider,” urged Della. “This banquet is one of the largest nationwide gatherings. I reckon it would benefit you.”