Never Late, Never Away Chapter 2517


    Never Late, Never Away Chapter 2517


    Although Joan’s expression was nk, she secretly felt a wave of relief as her mind registered what


    Jessica had just said.


    This was because she was ready to ept whatever fate had in store for her; if De meant more to


    Larry than all those years that she and Larry had spent together, then so be it.


    “Alright. Come on, let’s go grab a bite together.” Jessica then held Joan’s hand and led her outside.


    “Tell me the truth, Joan.” Jessica casually looked over at Joan. “Are you pissed?”


    “What do you think? How would you feel if this happened to you and Caspian? Would you be upset?”


    Joan questioned whilst ncing briefly at her.


    “He wouldn’t dare. If he tries, then I’ll make sure to kick him in the family jewels,” Jessica joked.


    Later, they video-called Nancy, who answered the call with a fierce frown. She let out a pitchy


    “Nancy, when will you start being moredylike?” Jessica frowned back teasingly.


    “Forget it! You’ll never catch me all prim and proper in this lifetime!” Nancy barked.


    Her menacing tone startled Jessica, who tossed the phone to Joan and scurried off for some water to


    calm her nerves.


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    “Alright, you’re the VIP of this friend group, so hurry over! We’ll wait up.” Joan then bid her farewell


    before hanging up.


    She still hadn’t figured out what happened between Nancy and Jory, but she knew that there was


    definitely trouble in paradise. So she took the opportunity since everyone was unupied today to


    solve Nancy’s body image struggles together.


    Jessica had overheard this and was peering over Joan’s shoulders. “You’re really inviting her along?”


    Joan nodded. “Yeah. Nancy hasn’t been feeling her best, so we should help her out and give her some


    advice.”


    “I can’t believe it. Nancy’s not feeling her best? But she’s always so bubbly and overly hyper,” Jessica


    mumbled.


    “Who’s calling me overly hyper?” Oh my! How the devil did she appear so quickly? Jessica massaged


    her temples as if she had a headache.


    Seeing Nancy close in from afar, Jessica scrambled to cover her tracks. “N-no one! I meant myself—I


    called myself overly hyper.”


    Back at the office, De appeared once again. She took out some lunchboxes and ced them on a


    nearby table. “Here are your lunches. I made them myself.”


    Larry disregarded her. Instead, he buried his head into his regr mountain-like pile of work. Caspian,


    on the other hand, looked at the woman with his jaw dropped onto the ground.


    A strong businesswoman like her knows how to cook? Unbelievable!


    “Larry!” Caspian whispered.


    “Don’t talk to me!” Larry snapped in response.


    Caspian’s gaze flung back to De. He could only stare helplessly at the woman.


    “It’s fine if he’s not hungry. You have some,” De offered whilst pointing at the lunchboxes in front of


    them.


    “Why don’t we eat together?” Caspian uttered awkwardly.


    “I’ve already ate,” De murmured.


    During their awkward exchange, Larry hadn’t even moved one bit. It was apparent that he was


    displeased by De’s presence.


    Regardless, De still sat on the sofa and had her eyes pinned on Larry. Every so often, she would


    readjust her position by crossing her legs, leaning forwards, straightening her back, tapping her fingers,


    and so on. She did all of that in hopes of piquing Larry’s attention. Larry knew that she was watching


    him with eagle eyes. However, he feigned ignorance and continued about his business.


    Perhaps it was to reduce this awkward atmosphere, but Caspian pretended to really enjoy the food. He


    hoped that his little gesture would give her the recognition that she wanted.


    “I appreciate this, Ms. Duff,” Caspian blurted out.


    “It’s nothing,” De ndly responded.


    “Don’t bother doing this anymore. I won’t eat a single bite of the meals you make,” Larry grumbled


    without looking at her.


    “But Caspian enjoys my cooking,” De whined.


    “Who says so?” Larry raised his head and shot a wide-eyed re at Caspian.


    “Oh, um… Ms. Duff, I don’t normally enjoy this style of food. Perhaps you should save it for someone


    else.” Caspian swapped alliances in an instant, taking Larry’s side of the argument.


    That’s a big fat lie! These are all really scrumptious! Caspian scolded inwardly. He stifled a pout at the


    well-prepped lunchbox before him. If only she could deliver me lunchboxes every day…