Chapter 23


    Vivian froze and looked out of the window. Under the dim glow of the streetlights, she noticed how


    Finnick’s expression seemed more stern than usual, as though something had been bothering him.


    She sobered up immediately. “Are you angry, Finnick?” I’m sure any man would be mad if they saw


    someone harassing their wife... “What do you think?” he asked, making the temperature in the car drop


    by a few centigrade. “I’m sorry...” Vivian whispered. “That’s it?” Finnick said, raising an eyebrow. Vivian


    froze as something popped into her mind. “Hey! Don’t overthink things!” she eximed. “It was just a


    normal business meal... I didn’t know Mr. Hark would do something like that...” She feared that Finnick


    would misunderstand things too, just like how Fabian did two years ago. In fact, she was gravely


    frightened by the very prospect of it. Finnick was her husband and the only person who cared about


    her, and thest thing she wanted was for him to hate her as well. Finnick stared at her with a strange


    glint in his eyes. “I know,” he said, sounding rxed. Vivian heaved a sigh of relief, only to freeze when


    Finnick spoke again. “Don’t go to these business meals anymore.” Vivian nodded obediently. As


    Finnick continued to massage her temples, she found herself leaning into his touch. Finnick shivered


    when he felt something soft burrow into his shoulder. He looked down to see her resting her head


    against his shoulder, taking in her baby pink cheeks, long eyshes and lightly parted lips. His eyes


    widened for just a second. What is this I’m feeling... “Vivian...” he rasped. “Hmm?” Vivian drawled as


    she looked up. She realized with a start that their faces were less than five centimeters apart. “Ah! I’m


    sorry!” she eximed, pulling herself away from him out of shock. However, before she could react,


    Finnick’s hand had already slid down her face and grabbed her chin. Without warning, he pressed his


    lips against hers. The coolness on her lips made her snap out of her drunken, confused state


    immediately. Finnick’s kissing me? He’s actually kissing me? By the time they reached the hotel, Vivian


    had already fallen asleep. Finnick ced her on hisp and took her to their room. When he lifted her


    onto the bed, he noticed that her wrists were still red from the scuffle with Mr. Hark. His gaze turned


    cold immediately, and he took out his phone to make a call. “Hey, Finnick! I haven’t heard from you in


    ages!” The person on the other end of the line drawled. “I need your help,” Finnick said. Anyone who


    was familiar with him could feel the dangerous tone in his voice. “Wow! That’s rare! Just say it, and I’ll


    do it!” “I need you to get rid of someone for me,” Finnick said, his voice a low growl. “He hurt someone


    on my side, so I must make him suffer.” Vivian woke up the next morning with a splitting headache due


    to all the alcohol from the previous night. She struggled to get up from the bed, and a low voice made


    her freeze. “You’re awake?” Vivian looked up to see a full course meal waiting for her on the table and


    Finnick sitting nearby. “Finnick?” Vivian eximed as the events of the previous night flooded into her


    mind. I almost got vited by Mr. Hark, and Finnick appeared just in time to save me... Wait, what did


    we do in the car afterwards? Oh my... Did we kiss? “What’s wrong?” Finnick asked when she did not


    get off the bed. “Are you alright?” Vivian looked up at him with a start. Finnick’s room was a presidential


    suite, and the sunlight pouring in from the gigantic windows bathed him in its golden glint. He looked


    like a literal deity, though the nk look on his face reminded her that he was just a mere handsome


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    mortal. It made her feel as though the kiss was just an illusion. “I-I’m fine!” she stammered as she


    mbered off the bed, only to freeze when she saw what she was wearing. It was a white shirt that


    was obviously too big for her, considering how it reached all the way to her thighs. “W-What are these


    clothes?” “Have you forgotten?” Finnick asked, raising an eyebrow. “You threw upst night after


    getting drunk. I asked a female hotel employee to change you out of your soiled clothes and dress you


    in one of my shirts.” Oh... So the hotel employee did it... Vivian sighed in relief, not noticing Finnick’s


    gaze studying her from head to toe. Finnick grinned, only to freeze the moment Vivian got up from the


    bed.