A Touch of Sweetness novel (Finnick and Vivian) novel Chapter 200

Looks like some feelings are so deep it is just impossible to let go easily. His wife is sitting right next to him, and yet he is so determined to get Evelyn's pen.

Benedict scoffed and raised his paddle again.

"One million three hundred thousand!"

Hypocrite. You don't deserve my sister's pen!

Finnick didn't give up either.

"One million four hundred thousand!"

Vivian lowered her head, not daring to look at Finnick's face or the pen. Her bag suddenly became an interesting object to focus on.

Everyone was glancing curiously in Vivian’s direction. Some of them pitied her for being outshined by Finnick and Evelyn's token of love.

How awkward she must be feeling now.

Dejected, Vivian's head sunk lower.

Worried that Vivian might walk away due to the intensifying stares, which would, in turn, draw more unwanted attention to Finnick and Vivian's relationship, Xavier hurriedly comforted her, "Don't worry too much, Vivian. It's all in the past. It's just a memory-a pen. You being Finnick's wife is all that matters."

Xavier’s words only served to upset Vivian more. Vivian sighed quietly. What's with my luck today? First the amulet, and now the fountain pen. What's next?

Was it inappropriate for a man to bid for his childhood sweetheart's belongings in front of his wife? Even if it were, Finnick couldn't care less about it. By pursuing the bid relentlessly, he had put Vivian into a difficult position. But didn’t she love him for his loyalty in the first place?

Vivian had never felt so conflicted in her entire life. She couldn't possibly blame Finnick for wanting to hold on to a precious memory.

Benedict raised his paddle once again.

"One million five hundred thousand!"

After a few seconds of utter silence, the auctioneer began to raise his hammer.