Never Late, Never Away (Vivian and Finnick)
Chapter 1081

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 1081

At that moment, Fabian's expression was downright evil. His dark brown eyes shone with so much hostility that it looked like he was hunting for his prey from the dark. Its razor-sharp gaze zeroed in from the sky and was targeting Xavier.

"Xavier Jackson, do not touch my woman with your filthy hands and don't assume that I am too intimidated to go after you. If you cross the line, I won't show you any mercy even if he begs on your behalf,” warned Fabian in his deep voice, which carried insurmountable power and aggression.

Hannah instantly turned into a lovesick puppy. She felt as if incidents like that would only happen in fairy tales, but it had actually happened to her. How could she not go starry-eyed under those circumstances?

Wow! He is so cool. What did he just say? I didn't mishear him, did I? He called me his woman. Is that how he really sees me? Or is he just saying that to help me out of a sticky situation?

Fabian didn't care about how Hannah would react, and he definitely wasn't interested in learning it. As far as he was concerned, Xavier only saw Hannah as a plaything. I know exactly what kind of a man Xavier is. After saying his piece, Fabian grabbed Hannah's wrist and left immediately for the car that was parked only a short distance away. He shoved her in it.

Vroom! The engine started soon after. Fabian and Hannah zipped down the road in the car while Xavier was left standing at the same spot.

Xavier looked terrible at that moment. Any guy would be infuriated if another man got in his way while he was flirting with a beautiful woman. For spoiled, rich men like Xavier, who had grown up with a silver spoon, it was even more difficult to endure.

Xavier narrowed his eyes and spat through gritted teeth, "You didn't even need to throw the first punch. I would've already attacked you if it wasn't for your connection to him."

Xavier's fury quickly turned into a cunning grin when he added, "Your woman, huh? So Hannah is yours? Looks like I will have to spend more effort on her."

Fabian looked grouchy in the luxurious car he was in. He had the box of rose tea that Xavier had just given Hannah and was glaring intently at Hannah. He didn't need to be angry to intimidate anyone, and his glare got Hannah to tremble internally. "Aren't you going to explain yourself?" demanded the guy.

Explain myself? Why would I need to explain myself? All I did was head over to conduct an interview. What is there to explain? Hannah was a little upset. Fabian could be a little controlling sometimes, and she was unhappy with it. However, she didn't dare to fight back, so she had been holding it in.

"Why did you turn quiet? I saw how the two of you were chatting happily and smiling just seconds ago. What? You can't talk now that you're with me? What is the meaning of this?" demanded Fabian. He no longer cared what Hannah was thinking and was interrogating her endlessly.

Hannah remained quiet. The truth was that she honestly had no idea what was there to say. Moreover, she thought that Fabian was being unreasonable.

Fabian opened the wrap containing the tea and got a beautiful wooden box out of it. A faint, refreshing scent exuded.

"A delicate rose tea for a delicate woman. How romantic. If I remember correctly, I am the one who taught you the benefit of drinking tea, am I not? Hah! This is so funny. He's using the very thing I taught you to mock me! Don't forget that we are legally married, Hannah Young. Do you think it's appropriate for a married woman to accept gifts like that?"

Fabian was downright infuriated. His love and heart were slowly but surely moving toward Hannah, but her nonchalance was the thanks he received. This woman is too much!

Hannah was getting angry as well. Nothing ever happened between her and Xavier, and Fabian's words were too insulting.

The anger that Hannah had long suppressed finally got ignited by Fabian. Like an erupting volcano, her words spewed uncontrollably.

"What gives you the right to say that, Fabian? My senior editor sent me over to interview him, and he gave me a box of tea after the interview. What is wrong with that? What was I supposed to do? Refuse to accept it? I am not you. I am not the president of Phoenix Group, and I need a job. The senior editor threatened to fire me if I mess this up. Do you even know what it means to be fired? No, of course not. How could you know? You are a spoilt brat who grew up with a silver spoon. How could you understand the frustration that we common folks have to endure?"

Hannah's emotions were running wild, and her tears swirled around her eyes as she added, "Also, please don't insult my value and honor. I have never done anything to hurt you after we got married. I, Hannah Young, am guilt-!"