Never Late, Never Away Chapter 1646


    Never Late, Never Away Chapter 1646


    When Joan seemed to be limping, Dustin couldn’t help but take a closer look. Only then did he realized


    she was wearing a pair of slippers with her leg wrapped in a thick bandage.


    “What happened to your leg?” Dustin stood up from his chair.


    “It’s nothing. When I brought Leslie to the hospital yesterday, I lost my shoe along the way. After that…


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    I identally cut myself,” Joan exined.


    Dustin’s expression grew anxious. “What? Is that all that happened?”


    He came over to support Joan and led her to the sofa by the door. Rolling up her pant leg, he examined


    her wound. Realizing the awkwardness, Joan subconsciously retracted her feet.


    “This isn’t the first time I’m treating you.” Dustin ignored her resistance as he took the first aid kit from


    her.


    “I brought the first aid kit because I wanted to help you treat your wounds. Look at the bruises on your


    face…”


    “It doesn’t matter as I’m a man after all. No man cares that much about his face.”


    After unwrapping the bandage of Joan’s leg, Dustin brought out some cotton buds and alcohol to help


    her disinfect her wound.


    As the alcohol burned, Joan retracted her leg by reflex. Raising his gaze at her, Dustin’s eyes felt as if


    they were giving her the warmth of the sun.


    “Does it hurt? I’ll be gentler so just bear with it a little longer. If it’s not cleaned properly, you will be at


    risk of infection.”


    Dustin applied some white powder evenly over the wound. After that, he tore off some gauze and


    carefully bandaged her leg.


    His actions were gentle as he was worried about causing her pain. However, Joan’s heart was flooded


    with a mix of emotions.


    Many years ago, when she fell on the basketball court, it was Larry who anxiously carried her to the


    school clinic. Also, it was Larry who treated her wound for her. All this while, she hated clichés but she


    couldn’t deny the saying that “the ones you love the most are usually the ones that hurt you the most”.


    “Why don’t I help you with the wounds on your face?” Joan suggested meekly. Dustin wanted to decline


    but Joan preempted, “Just treat it as my way of thanking you. Or else, I feel that I can never repay my


    debt to you…”


    As Dustin stared right into her eyes, she could feel his gaze pierce through her heart as he peered


    deep into her soul.


    When her hand came into contact with Dustin’s face, he could feel his heart flutter. However, he tried


    his best to suppress his urges.


    When Larry beat him up, he felt as if his body was about to split open. But when she sat by his side,


    treating all his bruises, he suddenly felt the beating was well worth the pain.


    As Joan’s warm breath blew across the surface of his neck, it set his heart aze. After all, he was


    ever ready to wee her into it.


    Reaching out his hand to hold her wrist, he ced his thumb in the middle of her palm. As the warmth


    of her hands permeated into his body, he immersed himself in thefort that it brought. Greedy for


    her breath, he stared longingly at the reflection in her eyes.


    As Joan’s lips parted slightly, a faint pinkish hue began to appear on her cheeks, making her look like a


    Barbie doll. As for Dustin, he felt like he was a child admiring her through a ss barrier from afar.


    Despite the vastness of the world, you are all I that I want.


    As Dustin’s hand curled around her porcin white neck, Joan was suddenly jolted by his unfamiliar


    breath. Regaining her senses, she struggled from his hand and stood up at once.


    Despite his intimate gesture, Joan was cognizant that she was still married and knew where to draw


    the line with him.


    As she left the room in haste with the first aid kit she brought, her heart pounding furiously. After an


    intense struggle in her mind, the rational part of her finally beat back her emotions.


    After that, Joan reminded herself to be more prudent and level-headed.


    At that moment, a girl holding a big bunch of flowers was calling out on the streets to sell her wares.


    She was about seventeen to eighteen years of age and her features were both youthful and exquisite.


    With her hair tied into a simple ponytail, she looked as if she was a student who had a retro sense of


    fashion. With a vibrant smile, she held up the flowers toward Joan.