A Touch of Sweetness (Finnick Norton and Vivian William) novel Chapter 229

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 229

As she leaned on Finnick’s chest, Vivian heard his hoarse voice as he assured her, “As long as I’m by your side, I won’t allow anyone to bully you anymore. I’ll make up for the things you have never experienced as a child.”

Vivian giggled, “I don’t think that’s necessary because I’m already having a great time with you by my side. You’re the only one I need to have a great life.”

Thereafter, Finnick simply remained silent while running his fingers through her smooth hair.

Once they returned to the villa, Vivian finished her meal before taking her shower. After which she tucked in and called it a day.

After severing ties with the Miller family, Vivian felt as though she had been reincarnated. For the first time in forever, she slept soundly and peacefully.

Vivian went to bed early in the evening, while Finnick spent the entire night working in his study room.

Noah had everything sorted out and was about to leave when Finnick stopped him and queried, “How’s the preparation for the press conference going?”

“Everything is ready,” Noah nodded and informed.

“I want everything to be executed perfectly tomorrow,” Finnick emphasized.

“Understood.” Noah nodded once more and took note of his boss’ instruction.

The press conference for the newly established fund that would soon be set up by the Finnor Group was held the next day.

As such, Vivian and Finnick were roused from sleep early in the morning.

Finnick got changed into a set of formal wear. His outfit had a relatively simple yet elegant design. It perfectly complemented his noble and majestic presence as the one superior to others in the upper echelon.

Grinning unwittingly, Vivian had her eyes glued to the dressed-up Finnick.

“What are you grinning for?” Finnick asked when he noticed the bright grin on Vivian’s face through the reflection in the mirror.

“Nothing. It’s just that you look amazing!” Vivian didn’t bother to hold back her compliment at all.

In return, Finnick’s lips curved upwards, forming a smirk as he stated, “You should get yourself dolled up as well.”

Confused, she blinked and asked, “Me? That won’t be necessary since I’m merely a reporter. We’ve received the invitation from the representative of your company. My colleagues will be there as well.”

Ding-dong! Ding-dong!

Someone pressed the doorbell of the villa.

It’s so early. Who could it be?