Chapter 197


    Never Late, Never Away Chapter 197


    “Ouch!” Vivian yelled instinctively.


    “Are you alright, miss?” The man responsible for the cause of Vivian’s headache asked nervously.


    His mind couldn’t quiteprehend what had happened. Brushing off the possibility that the woman


    might have thrown herself at him purposely to gather his attention, he helped her steady herself


    gentlemanly nevertheless.


    The man studied Vivian carefully. The way her eyes sparkled warmly in contrast to her elegant dress


    desired him to look closer. The only thing that seemed off about the beautifuldy was the way her


    eyes darted around skittishly.


    “I’m fine… I’m fine. So sorry for knocking into you.” As Vivian leveled her gaze with the man, she fell


    into a daze.


    How charming.


    The man in front of her had all the perfect features that anyone could dream of. His nose was straight


    and finely shaped, and his lips were thin but rather elegant. The way his bright eyes adorned with long


    eyshes shone was extremely captivating.


    Vivian couldn’t help but feel a little self-conscious in front of the man with ethereal looks.


    The man watched with curiosity as she gaped at him with the weirdest expression he had ever seen. It


    was abination of awe and amusement.


    What a funny expression. I wonder what is on her mind?


    “Miss, are you sure you’re alright?” The man asked carefully.


    Finally aware that she had been looking at him like an idiot, Vivian grinned sheepishly and answered,


    “I’m fine. It was nothing.”


    The man looked relieved. “Are you here for the auction as well?”


    “Yes!” Vivian beamed. “I reckon that you’re here for that too?”


    “Yes.” Sensing that Vivian was about to fall into a trance again, he quickly reminded her, “You seemed


    to be in a hurry a minute ago. Is there a problem?”


    Vivian gave herself a mental p. Damn it! How can I be distracted by a handsome guy and forget


    about my amulet?


    She found it strange to be attracted to the man before her because she wasn’t the type of woman to


    swoon over good-looking men. For some reason, she felt strangely familiar to the man standing before


    her.


    “Oh, yes! There’s something that I need to do. Thank you for reminding me!” Vivian replied hastily in an


    attempt to conceal her thoughts. “Please excuse me.”


    No sooner as she stepped forward, she felt her stilettos slipping beneath her as she hadn’t really gotten


    used to wearing high-heels. Uh-oh.


    Vivian yelped in fright as she lost her bnce. Just as she thought that she was going to make a fool of


    herself in front of the public, Finnick rushed to her aid in his wheelchair at top speed and saved her


    from the embarrassment.


    Phew… that was close!


    Vivian felt her heart pounding rapidly against her ribcage. Grateful that Finnick saved her again, she


    whispered a “thank you” to him.


    However, Finnick didn’t appear to hear her. Vivian turned around and noticed that he was staring


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    daggers at the man whom she previously bumped into.


    Instead of greeting one another, the two men remained ring at each other after a long time.


    Guessing that they must have some bad blood between them in the past, Vivian asked warily, “Do you


    know each other?”


    Only then did Finnick look away.


    The man could see that Vivian and Finnick knew each other well, but he couldn’t make out whether


    they were on good terms or not. Eventually, he broke the silence. “It’s been a long time, Finnick. What


    a small world.”


    Finnick didn’t respond.


    The way hemented “what a small world” implied his reluctance of meeting Finnick. Is he one of


    Finnor Group’s business rivals? Vivian felt perplexed because the handsome man before her didn’t


    look vicious in the least.


    Ignoring Finnick’s aloofness, he stretched a friendly hand out to Vivian. “Allow me to introduce myself.


    My name is Benedict. May I know yours?”


    Benedict. Vivian couldn’t help admiring his looks again.


    Vivian took his hand and shook it gently. “Hello, Benedict. I’m Vivian, Finnick’s…”


    Vivian was interrupted by Finnick’s abrupt cough before she could finish. “Alright, we should make a


    move. I believe the auction is going to start anytime now.”


    Vivian gave Benedict a polite smile and waved goodbye to him.