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.

that time, it was already past midnight, and there were lesser cars 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, “This can’t do.

she felt the car accelerating. Then, she noticed the hand beside her twitching, so she snapped her head in its direction. Larry

do anything funny behind our backs, and don’t you dare lay a finger on

It may simply be a coincidence if we only had one photo. The second may be accidental too. Unfortunately, there are

Nancy insisted, “Aren’t you curious about where these photos came from? Who and

you think that’s enough evidence? I will be sure to investigate the source of those photos,” the man at the wheel

not refute that ‘seeing is believing’. Glancing at the intoxicated man beside her and the driver who was releasing his anger behind the wheel, she decided that silence was the best choice in that

in a blur. The ground reflected the dull moonlight, and it looked like the Earth was covered in a translucent veil that

as she stared at the dishes prepared by Dustin. For some reason, she felt uneasy. She repeatedly poked her cheek with the back of her fork, and for a long time, she did not touch any of