A Touch of Sweetness novel (Finnick and Vivian) novel Chapter 13

When Finnick announced that, his tone was still relatively indifferent. However, when Vivian heard his words, she felt an indescribable sense of pressure being weighed upon her.

His obsidian eyes were seemingly calm, yet brooding and unfathomable. Vivian found that she could make sense of his emotions at all.

By then, Finnick had already finished applying the ointment on her chin. Lowering her gaze, Vivian soon muttered aloud, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Finnick calmly placed the ointment aside. "I don't like it when someone else leaves a mark on you."

Vivian's body stiffened again.

Although she had merely kept silent, it felt as though Finnick was aware of everything that was going on.

Upon feeling the sudden, cool sensation on her chin, Vivian came to realize that Finnick was far more domineering and indecipherable than she had initially expected.

"Okay," responded Vivian as she lowered her head. Unknowingly, her palms had already started to perspire.

"Rest early." Finnick wheeled his wheelchair around. "I'll sleep in the guest room today."

With that said, he left the room immediately, without stopping to wait for Vivian's reply.

In the room, Vivian slumped against the soft bed, not feeling the slightest hint of drowsiness.

Upon receiving the IV drip the next morning, Vivian was increasingly energized. Hence, she decided to go to work. However, when she stood up to pack her bag, she realized that her bag was gone. Instead, a branded bag stood in its place.

"Molly." When she saw Molly conning up to clean the room, she queried, "Where is my bag?"

"Ma'am, your bag was drenched by the rain yesterday. Hence, Mr. Norton had instructed someone to buy you a new one."

Vivian felt guilty almost immediately.

She could recognize the bag that Finnick had bought her- it was a Chanel bag that was probably worth tens of thousands. With her salary, she would have certainly not been able to afford it. However, her old bag had already been discarded. Without any other bag, she could only steel her resolve, as she accepted his gift.

She then headed downstairs to have her breakfast. Just as she was about to hail a cab, Finnick offered, "Since you're not fully recovered yet, I'll send you to the office today."

"It's okay." Vivian was slightly flustered. "I can do it on my own accord..."

However, Finnick had already turned the wheelchair around. Soon, he was headed for the door, not giving her any room for refusal.

Defeated, Vivian could only follow him to the car.

Fortunately, Finnick headed off to work earlier than her. When the Bentley arrived at the office, there were not many people downstairs. Upon bidding Finnick farewell, Vivian alighted the car swiftly.

Gazing at her back, a solemn look appeared in Finnick's eyes.

Why is she reacting in such a manner? Is she really that afraid that someone will come to learn about our relationship?

Vivian soon entered the building. Fortunately, she had managed to catch a lift before its doors had closed. However, when she entered, she realized that there was only Fabian inside.

"Excuse me." Instinctively, Vivian wanted to leave the lift. However, Fabian was quick to close the lift's doors.

"Why are you avoiding me?" Fabian smirked coldly. "We're from the same department. Do you really think that you'll be able to avoid me?"

Biting her lip, Vivian chose to remain silent.

Fabian lowered his gaze towards Vivian. As she was still sick, her face was rather pale. He soon came to the observation that she had been letting out continuous, soft coughs.