Never Late, Never Away (Vivian and Finnick) novel Chapter 2784

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 2784

A Big Misunderstanding

Was he to believe that? That nothing happened between a man and woman who drank together throughout the night? He could be convinced that Joan had no designs on Dustin but how was he to know whether that scumbag Dustin thought likewise of her?

“Step aside, Joan.”

“Quit messing around, Larry!” Joan was growing quite exasperated.

Who’s messing around now? Larry was disheartened when he looked upon the woman before him.

“You’re no right to tell Joan off, Larry. She’s no longer your wife and until that changes, it’s her right and freedom to drink in the company of whoever she chooses.”

Dustin’s words were well reasoned but they only came across to Larry as a form of provocation.

“Rest up, Joan. I’ll be making a move first,” Dustin said as he turned to leave.

Bam! Perhaps Dustin’s words really riled up Larry, who fired a punch right at him. Dustin was floored in an instant.

“Dustin!” Joan sprinted over to help him up. “Are you alright?”

Dustin wiped the blood off the corner of his lips and glared at Larry. Since you want to play rough, I’ll be glad to oblige.

Thump!

Dustin lashed out with a fist which sent Larry staggering toward the wall on the side. Then the two men went at it, hard.

“Stop fighting, both of you!” Joan shouted in panic. Never would she have expected that an innocuous gathering would lead to fisticuffs between the two.

Neither Larry nor Dustin seemed to hear her as they grappled with each other.

“You know that Joan and myself are in love so why do you have to keep coming between us!” Larry roared.

Coming between you? What a joke! I’ve already moved on from Joan!

How could I been such a fool?

He got up slowly and dusted himself off before he headed inside the living room.

“Oh dear. What happened to you? Who did this?” Agatha asked as she hurried over.

“Could you help fetch the first-aid kit, Ms. Wainscott?” Joan said softly.

“Oh, okay.”

Larry and Dustin sat on the couch, wearing the same vacant but unnerving expressions on their faces.

“Have some water, Dustin,” Joan said as she offered him a glass.

“Thank you.” Dustin lifted his head and smiled abashedly.

Larry held his silence at the side, as though nothing happened. Joan regarded him anxiously, eager to speak to him yet unsure as to what to say.