Never Late, Never Away Chapter 1650Never Late, Never Away Chapter 1650
Joan would always be seated at the fifth seat within the third row. When Larry asked her to move
further in front, she told him that was the best seat in the house. She wouldn’t be blocked by the
cheerleaders in front and would be able to see all the players clearly.
At that time, Larry pretended to be angry at her for ogling at the other players instead of only focusing
on him. Joan laughed when he teased her. She replied that she would bring a magnifying glass as to
watch him play. That way, he would encompass her whole field of vision.
Larry then kissed her on her cheeks, causing her to blush all over. After that, she urged him to go back
to practice. At the huge basketball court, only both of them were there. They used the opportunity to
relish in the fact that they were everything to each other. It didn’t matter where they dated. All they
cared about was how deeply they were in love with each other.
However, love was different from marriage. In a marriage, it connected two families where a lot of other
people were involved. If he knew then that marriage was so much more complicated and would cause
them so much hurt, he figured that he wouldn’t have proposed to her so early.
Although Joan was soft-hearted, she was still someone with a strong character. She couldn’t tolerate
knowing that he didn’t trust her. Also, she couldn’t accept that her weakness had become a burden to
him. Her temperament had caused her to break up with him after she decided to fly overseas for her
treatment. She rather he hated her. After all, hate was easier to let go of than love.
After everything that had happened, she ended up marrying him still. But, she didn’t expect their
relationship to be shattered by his distrust of her.
Given how insecure Larry was, his insecurities were further amplified after Joan broke up with him and
lied to him that she had fallen for someone else. Furthermore, during his time as a soldier, the feeling ofbeing under fire on the battlefield had long decimated whatever sense of security he had left. It was
noveldramaalso exacerbated by his comrades being killed in action one by one. Since then, he was always
shrouded with insecurity.
Under such circumstances, Larry had no way of ever lowering his guard down toward anyone. If he
couldn’t do it for Joan, he would definitely not be able to do it for anyone else.
His stubbornness and naivety all boiled down to the feelings he had deep down. The more exposure he
had, the more he realized how fast the world was progressing, leaving him behind. To him, the world
was sad and cruel. He naively thought that he could change it. But once the results were not what he
expected, a sense of helplessness would overwhelm him.
If Larry had really understood Joan, he wouldn’t have demanded her explanation.
While Joan was still in the long tunnel looking for an exit, she suddenly noticed the fog gradually
forming into a line, guiding her forward. As she followed where the line led her, the view in front of her
began to clear up. Soon, the exit appeared right before her eyes.
The light in front seemed to be blocked by someone’s figure. When she turned to see who it was, she
couldn’t make out the person’s face. The figure pointed at the exit in front of her as if to remind her that
she needed to walk forward.
As Joan’s gaze trailed where his finger was pointing, she saw a field of beautiful flowers and fluttering
butterflies at the exit. When she wanted to take another look at the figure beside her, she noticed that
he had already disappeared.
The moment she opened her eyes, she felt something heavy pressing on her hand, causing it to feel
numb. Regaining her senses, she saw Larry laying his head on her arm, sound asleep.Despite carefully adjusting her hand, she didn’t retract it from underneath him. The last memory she
had before she lost consciousness was him calling out her name while rushing toward her. They had
been quarreling a moment earlier.
She gently moved the hand that Larry was sleeping over. “Larry…”
When he woke up in a daze, Joan couldn’t help but be amused by the look on his face. Finally, she
understood why Leslie always woke up looking stunned and grouchy. He had inherited the trait from his
father.