A Touch of Sweetness (Finnick Norton and Vivian William)

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 exclaimed. “It was just a

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

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 the last 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 relaxed. 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 eyelashes 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 exclaimed, 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 placed her on his lap 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 exclaimed as the events of the previous night flooded into her

mind. I almost got violated 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 blank look on his face reminded her that he was just a mere handsome

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

clambered 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 up last 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.