Never Late, Never Away

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 1658

Given Caspian’s strength, it would be no problem for him to bear Larry’s weight. However, he was already getting a headache the minute he entered the rowdy bar with blasting music. Coupled with how much Larry was squirming, Caspian almost fell to the ground while helping him up.

Meanwhile, Nancy had noticed how much trouble Caspian was having, so she stepped forward and hooked one of Larry’s arms around her neck. Needless to say, it was a lot easier for Caspian with help from someone with a Taekwondo black belt. As he naturally took the other arm, they managed to drag the drunk man out.

It did not take long for them to help Larry into the car. But since Nancy drove here with a navigator, she had already forgotten the way back. Therefore, Caspian took the driver seat instead.

“Why did Larry drink so much? How did even you find out that he was here?” Nancy questioned the moment they were seated in the car.

“Who knew that Joan turned out to be someone like that? I can’t believe that we tried to keep her secret and even hid it from Larry. If only we revealed it to him sooner, he would not have assumed that we all lied to him and betrayed him. He probably wouldn’t have downed this much alcohol either,” she continued to grumble.

on the road. As though taking the opportunity to vent his anger, Caspian began to speed. He slammed the steering wheel with his left hand and growled,

yelled as she felt the car accelerating. Then, she noticed the hand beside her twitching, so she snapped her head in its direction. Larry was mumbling something repeatedly while changing

a finger on Joan. I still

It may simply be a coincidence if we only had one photo. The second may be accidental too. Unfortunately, there are more than twenty pictures of her. Do you still think that she did

about where these photos came from? Who and

seen it twice. Don’t you think that’s enough evidence? I will be sure to investigate the source of those photos,” the man at the wheel replied after taking a moment to

her and the driver who was releasing his anger behind the wheel, she decided that silence

reflected the dull moonlight, and it looked like

away, Joan was holding onto her fork as she stared at the dishes prepared by Dustin. For some reason, she felt uneasy. She repeatedly poked her cheek with the