Chapter 17


    Vivian cleared her throat and tried to sound as casual as she could. She did not want Finnick to find out


    about what happened. “Oh, | didn’t manage to have a


    meal with them in the end. | caught a cold so | excused myself.”


    Over on the other end, Finnick did not reply immediately. He felt something was off but was


    contemting if he should pursue the matter. “Where are you


    now?” He decided to drop the matter and give her some space in the end.


    “Well, I''m at Yves Mansion. Why don’t you grab something to eat first? And could you ask Molly to


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    prepare some soup? I''ll have it when | reach home.”


    Again, there was silence on the other side. Vivian looked at her phone and found out that it had


    switched off automatically because it ran out of battery.


    Damn it! Now of all times?


    How am | supposed to go back now?


    She tried switching it back on but it just did not work. She stomped her foot in frustration and looked


    around desperately as she tried to recall the location of


    the nearest bus stop.


    But it was not long before she felt a sharp pain in her ankle. Her high feels were giving her blisters and


    it hurt badly.


    Vivian groaned and shook her head weakly. It was really an unlucky day for her.


    The Yves Mansion’s neighborhood was huge and she found herself wandering in the same ce even


    after walking for a few minutes.


    The night was getting colder and the frosty breeze blew right through her body. A shiver went down


    Vivian’s spine and she pulled her cardigan tighter around


    her thin body as she continued walking.


    Just as she was about to take a turn into another road, a ring light shone right into her eyes.


    She tilted her head aside and squinted to see if it was a cab. To her dismay, it was a private car—a


    ck one.


    Right, what was | even expecting? A cab in a posh neighborhood like this one?


    Vivian frowned and took a closer look at the car as it slowed down toward her.


    Wait... This car looks familiar...


    It came closer and finally stopped right in front of her.


    The door opened and down from the car ramp came an attractive young man in a wheelchair.


    It was none other than Finnick.


    The car light shone so brightly in the dark that Vivian could not see him clearly. But from the outline of


    his body and his chiseled jaw, Vivian could tell with just


    one nce it was definitely him.


    He was the one who had always found her during the hardest moments in her life, even if she was not


    expecting him toe over this time around.


    His wheelchair stopped right in front of Vivian and a smile broke out on his face as he looked up at her.


    She looked startled, but cute nheless.


    “Why? Are you not happy to see me?” Finnick teased with a gentle smile.


    Vivian raised her eyebrows and grinned. “Of course I’m happy to see you.”


    It was true. She was happy to see him.


    Finnick was there for her whenever she was stranded. He had always been the light at the end of the


    tunnel for her.


    Seeing the contented smile on her face, Finnick beamed with pleasure. “Let''s go.” He beckoned.


    Vivian nodded cheerfully and followed him toward the car. She had totally forgotten about the pain in


    her ankle as she walked toward him. But the blister burst


    and she halted her steps all of a sudden, trying to gulp back her tears.


    “What’s wrong?” Finnick realized she was jerking in pain and saw her checking out her feet.


    His gaze followed hers and finally stopped at her ankle. Finnick’s brows furrowed as he spotted red


    stains of blood.


    “It’s nothing. Just the heels. | just need to put on a ster after | get home.” But before Vivian could


    continue walking, he bent over and held her ankle with his


    hands.


    “I’m fine, Finnick...” Vivian suddenly felt uneasy as a hot sensation spread across her pink cheeks.


    His fingers brushed against her skin as he lifted her left leg to get a closer look.


    Finnick checked her wound carefully and his brows drew together in a worried frown. “It’s bleeding.”


    Vivian gasped as his touch tingled her skin. She was not sure if she was having goosebumps because


    of the pain or his electrifying touch.


    “It’s nothing, really,” she mumbled. Vivian could not seem to pronounce her words clearly. Her blood


    was boiling and her heart was beating faster. But Finnick


    did not realize this at all—he was too worried about her.


    He took off her heels decisively and pulled her along her waist in a strong tug. Everything happened so


    quickly that Vivian did not even have time to react. She


    let out a cry and the next thing she knew she was already in Finnick’s arms, sitting on hisp.


    In fact, she was so close to him she could feel the heat radiating off his body in the chilly night.


    “Finnick!” She stared at him, bewildered.


    Their eyes met and she quickly looked away nervously. But Finnick was unperturbed. He turned his


    wheelchair toward the car and said, “Let’s go home.”