A Touch of Sweetness novel (Finnick and Vivian) novel Chapter 10

He was almost as she had remembered him, albeit the angles of his face were sharper, and had lost the youthfulness that he had during his university years. The way that he carried himself was also a lot more mature and steady.

However, what had changed the most was the expression on his face. Gone was the warmth that she recalled seeing on his face every day. All that was left was a harsh and hard look.

Currently, he was listening to his subordinates' reports. Every now and then, he would nod and utter out a few commands.

Not once had his gaze ever landed on her, as the group swept past her and entered the Chief Editor's office.

The color drained from Vivian's face.

Fabian Norton... Why is he back here? Two years ago, he had suddenly left, without even saying goodbye. Why has he returned now?

It had been two years. She had more or less given up on their broken relationship by now. However, his abrupt reappearance in her life still had waves of emotions crashing against her relentlessly, threatening to drown her entirely.

She did not even know if he had recognized her as she had him, at first glance.

At this, a self-deprecating smirk curled her lips.

Does it matter if he recognizes me or not? He and I... We're fated to be apart. There's no way that we can go back to how we'd used to be...

The rest of the day passed in a haze of unease and worry. She was worried that Fabian would recognize her.

Reality would soon prove that her worries were unfounded.

Being new to his position, Fabian was kept busy in meetings with the various departments. There would be changes happening around the magazine company.

In one of the meetings, he listened intently, as the senior editors made their reports, giving a comment or order here and there. He never once paid any attention to Vivian, who was sitting at the far end of the table.

Seems like he's forgotten me... But I guess that's expected of him. If I had been anything of worth to him, he would not have left without a word two years ago. I've never heard from him ever since either.

The hours passed by agonizingly slow to Vivian. At long last, it was time to get off of work. Not wanting to stay in the office a second longer, she hurriedly snatched up her bag and prepared to leave.

Unfortunately, her senior editor suddenly called out to her.

"Hold on, Vivian. Could you take this document to Mr. Norton for me, please? Give him a verbal report as well."

Vivian stiffened before she slowly turned around to face the other woman. Her voice was slightly pleading as she uttered, "Lesley, I have something urgent to attend to at home. Could you-"

Her senior editor, Lesley Jenson, was already in a foul mood from a meeting earlier where she had been rebuked. At hearing Vivian's refusal, a terrible scowl twisted her face. "So, you think that you're all that just because you got to interview the president of Finnor Group, is that it?"

Paling at the sharp words that had escaped Lesley, Vivian had no choice but to reply, "Don't be silly, Lesley. I'll get right to it."

She took the document from Lesley and walked toward Fabian's office. Standing in front of the door, she took several deep breaths to calm herself before raising her hand to rap on it.

Knock, knock.

Just that one simple motion seemed to have drained all the energy out of her.