Never Late, Never Away (Vivian and Finnick)
Chapter 13

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When Finnick announced that, his tone was still relatively indifferent. However, when Vivian heard his words, she felt an indescribable sense of pressure being weighed upon her.

His obsidian eyes were seemingly calm, yet brooding and unfathomable. Vivian found that she could make sense of his emotions at all.

By then, Finnick had already finished applying the ointment on her chin. Lowering her gaze, Vivian soon muttered aloud, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Finnick calmly placed the ointment aside. "I don't like it when someone else leaves a mark on you."

Vivian's body stiffened again.

Although she had merely kept silent, it felt as though Finnick was aware of everything that was going on.

Upon feeling the sudden, cool sensation on her chin, Vivian came to realize that Finnick was far more domineering and indecipherable than she had initially expected. "Okay," responded Vivian as she lowered her head. Unknowingly, her palms had already started to perspire.

"Rest early." Finnick wheeled his wheelchair around. "I'll sleep in the guest room today."

With that said, he left the room immediately, without stopping to wait for Vivian's reply.

In the room, Vivian slumped against the soft bed, not feeling the slightest hint of drowsiness.

Upon receiving the IV drip the next morning, Vivian was increasingly energized. Hence, she decided to go to work. However, when she stood up to pack her bag, she realized that her bag was gone. Instead, a branded bag stood in its place.

"Molly." When she saw Molly coming up to clean the room, she queried, "Where is my bag?"

"Ma'am, your bag was drenched by the rain yesterday. Hence, Mr. Norton had instructed someone to buy you a new one."

Vivian felt guilty almost immediately.

She could recognize the bag that Finnick had bought her- it was a Chanel bag that was probably worth tens of thousands. With her salary, she would have certainly not been able to afford it. However, her old bag had already been discarded. Without any other bag, she could only steel her resolve, as she accepted his gift.

She then headed downstairs to have her breakfast. Just as she was about to hail a cab, Finnick offered, "Since you're not fully recovered yet, I'll send you to the office today."

"It's okay." Vivian was slightly flustered. "I can do it on my own accord..."

However, Finnick had already turned the wheelchair around. Soon, he was headed for the door, not giving her any room for refusal.

Defeated, Vivian could only follow him to the car.

Fortunately, Finnick headed off to work earlier than her. When the Bentley arrived at the office, there were not many people downstairs. Upon bidding Finnick farewell, Vivian alighted the car swiftly. Gazing at her back, a solemn look appeared in Finnick's eyes.

Why is she reacting in such a manner? Is she really that afraid that someone will come to learn about our relationship?

Vivian soon entered the building. Fortunately, she had managed to catch a lift before its doors had closed. However, when she entered, she realized that there was only Fabian inside.

"Excuse me." Instinctively, Vivian wanted to leave the lift. However, Fabian was quick to close the lift's doors.

"Why are you avoiding me?" Fabian smirked coldly. "We're from the same department. Do you really think that you'll be able to avoid me?"

Biting her lip, Vivian chose to remain silent.

Fabian lowered his gaze towards Vivian. As she was still sick, her face was rather pale. He soon came to the observation that she had been letting out continuous, soft coughs. He could not help but feel a tug at his heart.

Damn it.

Even though I've already found out about this woman's true self, my emotions are still influenced by her.

"Have you caught a cold?" Came Fabian's icy question.

"Yeah." Vivian did not intend on explaining herself further either. Upon acknowledging him curtly, she walked out immediately, after the lift doors had opened.

As Fabian headed to his office, he felt extremely gloomy. In the end, he could not help but call his secretary. "Please buy some cold medicine for me."

His secretary sent the medicine to him quickly. Fabian fidgeted with it for a long time before he soon stepped out of his office.

Upon walking past the office pantry, Fabian came to overhear some gossip, amongst his female colleagues.

"Huh? Are you serious? Vivian came to work today in a black Bentley?"

"Of course! Even Sarah witnessed it!"

"Oh my God! That means that her husband is rich, doesn't it? Otherwise, why would he own such a luxurious car?"

"Are you stupid? How could that have been her husband's car? The diamond ring that her husband had given her was rather cheap. In my opinion, it's definitely another man's car..."

"Also, did you see her bag today? It's a Chanel bag! In the past, she merely used those cheap bags that she had bought online. Now that she suddenly owns a Chanel, I'm certain that the man had bought it for her."

Standing outside the pantry, Fabian had unknowingly tightened his grip on the medicine.

He suddenly realized that it was utterly foolish of him to have bought her the medicine. Crumpling the box of medicine in his fist, he tossed it into the dustbin, before returning to his office.

On the other side, Vivian's phone rang when she reached her desk.

Upon seeing the number that was displayed on her phone screen, her gaze turned cold.

She walked to an empty corridor as she accepted the call and asked frostily, "Why have you called me?"

"Vivian, what's up with your tone?"

"Nothing." A hint of impatience crept into Vivian's voice. "I know that you wouldn't have called me for nothing. Tell me, what's happened this time?"

"Your little sister is going to get married soon." Indeed, the man from the other end of the line went straight to the point, as he soon revealed his objective in calling her. "If you're free, come home and have a meal with us. You can meet your future brother-in-law too."

"Home?" Vivian's tone sounded mocking. "Dad, you must have gotten something wrong. That is not my home."

"Vivian, be careful of how you speak to me!" The man's tone grew irate. "Your sister isn't just marrying anyone. She is marrying the grandson of the Norton family! Your sister had said that it would be better if the family were to reunite. Hence, it is inherent that you come over tomorrow night!"

With that, he hung up the call.

Vivian frowned as she gripped her phone.

Ashley is marrying someone from the Norton family?

No wonder she insists on making me go. It would have been weird if she didn't brag to me about having such an impressive fiancé.

Although Vivian was aware of what her family was planning to do, she knew her father's personality all too well. If she were to refuse him, he would definitely get enraged.

It's just a meal, anyway. I'll just go.