A Touch of Sweetness novel (Finnick and Vivian) novel Chapter 1835

After that, Joan took out her phone and called Larry. Once he answered the call, she said, “Hi, Larry. Where are you now? Can you come to pick us up? Nancy is drunk.”

Suddenly, she heard Dustin's voice from the other side of the line. “Huh, who's that?”

Stupid Dustin! Why is he with Larry again? This is outrageous!

Joan clenched her fists in a jealous fit.

“Where are you? I'll go pick both of you right away,” Larry hurriedly replied.

“No,” she rejected. “Let Dustin come to fetch

US.

Larry was puzzled for a second, but the moment he glanced towards Dustin who was sitting on the sofa, he understood why she did so.

Recently, Dustin had always come to visit him, and Joan was rather unhappy with it. Is she jealous?

Larry smiled at the thought.

He was suddenly curious about how Joan would look when she was jealous. She would probably look adorable.

After he hung up the call, Larry walked over to Dustin and said monotonously, “Dustin, Joan asked you to fetch her.”

Dustin scrunched up his face in confusion. What? Why is this guy asking me to pick up his wife? Isn't he scared that I might take her away from him? I don't think he is so open-minded. Hmm, something is not right. Let me test him.

“Okay, I'll go,” Dustin replied without any hesitation.

Larry looked at him and flashed him a smile before going back to his work.

Before Dustin left, he observed Larry once again, but he still looked unperturbed, making Dustin even more baffled.

“Hey, Larry. Are you sure you're okay with me fetching her? Won't you be worried about us being together?” Dustin asked in a low voice, squinting at him.

“Nope. Joan is the one who's afraid that you might take me away from her,” Larry answered casually.

Speechless, he went out of his place quietly.

After some time, a car finally came to a stop in front of Joan and Nancy.

“Why did she drink so much?” Dustin asked, helping Joan to get Nancy into the car.

Joan patted him on his shoulder, thanking him, and heaved a sigh of relief. “What else could I do? She wouldn't listen to me.”

“Wait, Joan. What happened to you? Why is your face so dirty?” Dustin asked, staring at her face.