Never Late, Never Away

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 1659

Thankfully, Larry stopped fidgeting ever since he got into the car. Even so, they still met some difficulty before they finally managed to tuck him into bed. As he heard the incoherent strings of words that Larry occasionally blurted, Caspian thought his boss had a bad dream in his sleep.

The next morning, Larry woke up as usual, yet he felt that something was off. His last memory was drinking at a bar, so how did he end up here?

The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was the sky blue ceiling above him. Naturally, he started to scan his surroundings. He felt fine initially. However, as soon as he tilted his head, it felt as though his soul had left his body. All he felt was a nasty headache and a heartache now.

I felt fine last night while drinking and did not feel intoxicated then. Why am I having such a bad hangover?

The unfamiliar furnishing around him only confirmed his suspicions that he was not in his own house. Instantly, he tried to stand up while using the bed as his support. To his surprise, he realized he was in a different set of clothes from last night. Did someone bring me here and help me change yesterday?

black, like it was turned off or out of battery. Frustrated, he ruffled his fingers through his hair,

pushed open the door, and it turned out to be Nancy, who was holding

I doing here?” Larry

time before we found you at a bar. Following

act, Larry got out of bed and muttered, “I’m fine. Both of you don’t have to

dead drunk last night. Have some of this hangover soup.

out to look for Caspian. Left alone in the room, Larry stared blankly

the previous afternoon and the details of everything that happened at that time. The memories made him feel suffocated, and his throat felt hot as though it was on fire. In the heat of the moment, he slammed the soup onto the table, and its contents splashed everywhere. A few drops even scalded his hand. Unknown to him, a

behind the

room and quietly closed the door behind him. He sat on a chair facing Larry, and they

by, and the hangover soup that Nancy prepared had already turned cold. Caspian finally mustered up the courage to speak. “Boss, I’m