A Touch of Sweetness
Chapter 120

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 120

Unless...

Fabian’s heart tightened with that thought, but before he could piece together the puzzle in hismind he suddenly heard a soft voice coming from behind him.

“Fabian?”

He was startled and turned to see Ashley looking at him timidly with her hair still wet.

She had a beautiful face that resembled Vivian's, though she looked a little more seductive. Forsome reason, he suddenly felt a chill down his spine looking at her.

“Well... Ashley.” He subconsciously took a few steps back and said, “The magazine company justcalled. A situation popped up and I have to take care of it. You can go back to get some rest first.”He rushed out of his apartment without even waiting for Ashley to reply.

“Fabian...” Ashley was dumbfounded. She wanted to chase after him but he was already out of thedoor.

Helplessly, she stood rooted to the ground.

It is already past midnight. Is he going to replace Vivian?

At that thought, and recalling the news she had just heard on the phone, her face turned pale.

Not long ago, Ashley ordered an investigation to replace the old man from two years ago. Yet, heconfessed that he did not touch her, but that a mysterious man did.

What was even more shocking was that no one managed to replace out who that man was. In otherwords, the mysterious man was much more powerful than she.

Who's the man who took away Vivian's virginity two years ago?

The next morning, when Vivian opened her eyes, she saw Finnick's handsome face right in front ofher.

Dazed, she stared at him for a while before realizing that they were this close because they weresleeping in the small bed in her house.

Alarmed, she quickly wanted to get out of bed, but Finnick’s arm weighed heavily over her. Asthough he felt her struggle, Finnick muttered without opening his eyes, “It's only seven in themorning. Stop moving and go back to sleep.”

Vivian did not expect Finnick to be awake. She lay stiffly and motionlessly in bed. No matter howhard she tried, she could not fall back asleep.

Time passed slowly, and soon she broke out in a cold sweat from her nervousness. Finally, her alarmrang, and Finnick’s eyes opened. His gaze immediately fell on Vivian.

"Good morning, Vivian.” Finnick greeted her with his baritone voice which came with a bit ofhoarseness, given it was the first thing he said after he woke up. Vivian's heart skipped a beat.

She could not hide her blush as she stammered, “M-Morning.”

She then got up to prepare a clean towel and toothbrush for Finnick before helping her mom washup. When she was done, Noah showed up with breakfast that Molly had prepared. Molly even madeanother portion just for Rachel.

As they ate, Vivian looked at the spread and whispered, “Actually, we don't have to bother Molly likethat.”

"We are not bothering her; we are just using a little more of her time.” Taking a scoop of soup, hecommented, “With that being said, if you want to continue to stay here, I'm afraid Molly will have todo this every day.”

Surprised, Vivian asked, “Do you mean you are staying for another night?”

“I will, if you are,” Finnick replied casually, “I will get Molly to bring my pajamas over. After all, yourclothes are too small for me.”

Vivian was speechless.

She finally realized how stubborn and demanding Finnick could be. Although he never raised hisvoice nor forced her to do anything, he always had a way to make her compromise.

I can never win against him

“I get it.” She lowered her gaze and sighed. “I'll go back tonight.”

The corners of Finnick's lips lifted. “You can bring your mother over, too.”

"Forget it. My mom will feel uncomfortable,” Vivian rejected his offer.

“Well, I can get you a caretaker and maid,” Finnick insisted.

Knowing that she could not win the argument, Vivian could only nod in agreement.

After the meal, Finnick drove Vivian to work. Only then did she recall she had a meeting to attendthat morning. Thus, once she arrived at her office building she headed directly to the meeting room.She was surprised to replace Fabian in the meeting room; he seemed to be preparing for the meetingalone.