Never Late, Never Away Chapter 2190


    Never Late, Never Away Chapter 2190


    The restaurant owner couldn’t help but feel concerned for Joan. Immediately after, she dialed a number


    that she had scribbled into her notebook.


    At the same time, a haphazard series of clickety cks sounded as Larry typed furiously before his


    “Hello?”


    “Is this Mr. Larry?”


    At this, Larry’s brows tensed in displeasure. He couldn’t tell where he had heard this voice before.


    Regardless, his attention remained mainly on the desktop screen before him.


    “This is him. May I know who I’m speaking to?”


    “Mr. Larry, I think you shoulde back and check up on Joan. She seems to be in an awful mood,”


    the restaurant owner murmured into the phone.


    Hearing this, Larry’s fingers skidded to a halt. He straightened off his chair and calmly walked towards


    the balcony.


    “What did she do?” His voice lowered seriously.


    “Nothing! She’s having a meal with Dustin, but she looks really sad.”


    She’s with that man again? A slow me burned within Larry.


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    Why is she always with other men? If she’s not hanging out with Caiden, then she’s always around


    Dustin… Am I not enough for her?


    “I see. I’ll head back after I wrap things up here. Thank you for informing me,” Larry replied curtly


    before hanging up.


    What’s with that indifferent tone? The restaurant owner frowned. What does he mean by “he’ll head


    back here after wrapping things up”? Does that mean he’ll heartlessly abandon his wife if he doesn’t


    manage toplete his work? What kind of logic is that? Are young people nowadays so easily


    angered? How petty and childish. The restaurant owner shook her head and gave a long sigh.


    Forget it. I’ve already done my part by telling him. What happens next is all up to them now.


    “Miss, bring me some alcohol!” Joan’s voice boomed from inside the private room.


    “What are you doing, Joan? It’s too early for alcoholic drinks! You should drink something lighter like


    juice.” Dustin, who sat opposite her, thundered back.


    “Ugh, I don’t want juice… I want some alcohol! Miss, bring me some white wine! I want wine…” Joan


    whined whilst thrashing around like an upset child.


    What the devil is going on with her? Why is she suddenly asking for wine? The restaurant owner’s eyes


    narrowed as she curiously tip-toed outside the private room.


    “Why are they doing this to me!” Fat tears rolled down Joan’s face as she bawled, “I’m literally a in


    nobody who’s trying to live her normal life. Why can’t they leave me alone? What did I ever do to offend


    them…”


    This rendered Dustin speechless. He had no clue what happened to Joan, so a panicked urge surged


    in him as he witnessed her tear up so miserably.


    “Why don’t you tell me what happened, hmm?” A sharp pain flickered in Dustin’s eyes as he soothed


    her.


    She must be having a hard time without Larry, Dustin assumed.


    But Joan’s voice cut his thoughts off abruptly. She yelled, “Let me tell you this: I don’t like Caiden that


    way. I’ve got enough on my te already, yet he keeps asking me to help him with everything! While he


    did save my life, it’s still unfair that he keeps asking me to cook his meals. It’s outrageous, don’t you


    agree? It’s not like I’m his wife or anything. I have my own husband and child to tend to, but Caiden


    keepstching onto me! And that Noelle won’t stop calling me a shameless skank! She is hell-bent on


    the idea that I’m seducing Caiden even though I’m not. I’m really not! Ugh!”


    So all of this is Caiden’s doing! Realizing this, Dustin gaze darkened menacingly. He had always


    suspected that Caiden’s motives were impure. Now, he knew for sure.


    “Joan, you don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to. I’m sure that he’ll still be fine without you.


    He’s a man, after all. Nothing drastically bad will happen to him. Besides, he’s got Noelle, doesn’t he?”


    Dustinforted her whilst delicately tucking a strand of her hair away.


    “No, you’re wrong! Don’t you know… there’s this thing called a guilty conscience? So no matter how


    much I loathe helping him, I have no choice but to do it because I don’t want to owe him anything.


    Ugh!”


    As the words left Joan’s mouth, she suddenly bent over and heaved out a warm but rancid liquid.


    At this, the restaurant owner frantically rushed into the private room. “What’s going on in here? How did


    you get this drunk?”