Never Late, Never Away (Vivian and Finnick) novel Chapter 239

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 239

The man who had brought upon her misery was also the one who had given her a strong sense of security. He was none other than Finnick, her beloved husband, who was right in front of her.

Vivian felt lightheaded once she linked the missing pieces of the puzzles together.

Flushing embarrassedly, she avoided her husband’s gaze and asked, “D-Does that mean I have only ever been touched by one man?”

“Hmm, what do you think?” Finnick kissed Vivian on the lips once he finished his rhetorical question. Eventually, he moved his lips down her neck. “I guess the incident that occurred two years ago isn’t that traumatizing anymore, huh?

Vivian responded with a sheepish grin in silent.

Kissing her on the lips as he removed the last piece of garment she had put on, Vivian stopped retaliating and gave in to temptation.

It feels great to have everything sorted out! I can’t believe I finally get to move on from the incident that has been haunting me for the past two years!

She stopped holding a grudge against God because it turned out fate had brought them together ever since two years ago.

Sorting out the things she had in her mind, Vivian finally let loose of herself and indulged in the raunchy session with her beloved husband.

The next morning, Finnick and Vivian had their breakfast in the hotel.

Vivian was in a joyous mood as she had finally moved on from the distressing incident that had been bothering her for two years.

As they had opted for in-room dining, the waiter had shown up in their room to serve them their breakfast that Finnick had ordered beforehand.

Finnick handed over a glass of orange juice to Vivian and instructed, “Let’s enjoy our breakfast. I’m sure you’re exhausted after the session last night, right?”

“Hey, can you please lower your volume? There’s someone else around!” Vivian couldn’t get used to being lovey-dovey with Finnick in front of others. She glanced at the waiter that was still present and flushed embarrassedly.

However, the waiter had been professionally trained. All the while, he kept a straight face and pretended as though he wasn’t aware of their conversation’s content at all.

Halfway through their meal, Vivian recalled something and asked, “Since you were the man who had spent a night in bed with me two years ago, were you the one who placed the stack of cash worth twenty thousand on the bed after the incident?”

“I-I felt a tad bit guilty after the incident because I noticed I was the one who had your cherry popped…” Finnick nodded and explained the rationale behind his action.

Two years ago, he had misperceived Vivian as a streetwalker since she had shown up with a middle-aged man in the hotel.