Never Late, Never Away Chapter 1733
Upon hearing Nancy's question, Jory's brows furrowed. âHuh? That's impossible! My dad can't
possibly be in Marsingfill. Even if he is, don't you think it's strange if we were to appear at the same
event at the same time?"
While Nancy knew that his relationship with the chairman of Alpire Group was strained, she never
expected it to be so bad that it would be strange if they were to appear in the same place at the
same time.
By then, Jory was already unfastening his seatbelt. âLet's not talk about him anymore. I'm in a good
mood today, so let's not ruin it..."
âIn this world, blood ties are the only bond that can never be severed. If there's an opportunity, you
should keep an open mind and talk to him,â Nancy exhorted without looking at him as she
unfastened her seatbelt.
When Jory, who was unfastening his seatbelt, heard that, he lifted his head and glanced at her
beside him. The gleam in his eyes at that moment was one even he himself couldn't decipher.
All annual competitions were as strict as the current one. Every single person who wanted to enter
the dojo had to be checked one at a time before they were allowed entrance, as though passing a
security check.
It was then midsummer, so it was really scorching. For that reason, it was truly torturous to queue
outside the door to pass the security check. Worse still, they had to endure extreme thirst since
there wasn't a single grocery store in sight.
Jory reached out and wiped the sweat off his forehead. Beside him, Nancy wasn't faring any better.
Oh God, it's just too warm today! Fortunately, I didnât apply any makeup, or I would've ended up
with it running down my face now.
She then reached into her bag for a tissue, inwardly lauding herself for having packed everything
necessary before leaving the house. Out of the blue, she felt bursts of cool air against the back of
her hand, and she suddenly remembered that she had thrown two bottles of mineral water into her
bag before leaving.
Most importantly... it's cold!
In the next second, she brandished a bottle of mineral water in front of Jory as though presenting
him with a priceless treasure. However, she then shifted it away before he could snatch it out of her
hands. With a smug expression on her face, she declared, âYou'll owe me a favor.â
Meanwhile, Jory felt as though he was in a fiery furnace then. At that moment, he would agree
without hesitation even if he were asked to pluck a star from the sky, let alone owe her a favor.
Promptly agreeing, he swiftly snatched the bottle of mineral water from her hand. After guzzling
down several mouthfuls and quenching his thirst, he was once again energetic, thus started growing
mischievous.
He shifted close to Nancy. Nancy, who was rummaging for the uniform she put into her bag,
instinctively blurted, âStay away from me when it's so warm now.â
Her tone became very different from usual once she grew serious, so when Jory heard that, he
obediently put some distance between them.
He wanted to say something else, but the referee had already blown the whistle to summon all
contestants to enter the dojo one by one. Jory's turn was ahead of Nancy, so he coolly bid her
farewell upon hearing the referee's call. âSee you later.â
Unexpectedly, a creamy white hand shot out and clutched the hem of his clothes. In the slightly
flowing smock of his white uniform, he actually held a bit of resemblance to an ancient warrior,
especially when coupled with his jet-black brows.
âBe careful,â Nancy murmured. âRemember to observe your opponent's every gesture and
movement closely...â
She was still going to nag him further, but Jory chuckled and stretched out a hand to place it on her
hair. Gently rubbing his thumb on her forehead, he flashed her a smile that had butterflies fluttering
in her stomach.
She couldn't quite decipher the emotion in his gaze, merely seeing herself reflected clearly in his
pupils. âI got it. Thank you.â
Hmm? Hey, he sounds as though heâs mollifying a kid! Jory then stuffed his bottle of mineral water
into her hand before leaving. As his figure resembled that of a messenger walking toward the light,
a phrase suddenly flashed across her mind though it seemed rather inappropriate to be used here.
Never will I meet another like him.
The soft mineral water bottle in her hand still carried the warmth of his palm, and the touch of his
hand on her hair lingered.
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