Witnessing how gentle Finnick was when he was dealing with Vivian's wounds and the way he carried Vivian away without casting a gaze on others, Evelyn's expression changed. She pinched her palm with her nails.
"Evelyn..." Benedict caught the resentment and indignation shown in her eyes. He reminded her, "Finnick is married."
She smirked slightly upon hearing that.
"I miss you, Ben." Turning around, Evelyn hugged her brother tightly just like old times.
When they reached home, Finnick put Vivian down on the sofa. He then went to the room to fetch the first-aid kit.
Dabbing a piece of cotton bud with alcohol, he carefully sanitized Vivian's wound.
"Ouch!” Feeling the burning sensation triggered by the alcohol, Vivian flinched.
Finnick exerted some force while holding on to her ankle. He looked up and said, "Bear with it for a little bit more. The antiseptic is needed to prevent any possible infection." His reply was filled with gentleness, love, and care.
His sweet action reminded her of how he hugged Evelyn and protected her when they were at the cemetery. For a moment, Vivian did not know if she should feel happy or sad.
After bandaging the wound, Finnick placed the first-aid kit on the coffee table and then sat beside Vivian.
"Let's talk it out, Vivian.” He stared at her with a serious face. "I need to clear the air about..."
"I'm thirsty. I want to drink some water," she interrupted him abruptly and then tried to get up and walk to the kitchen.
"HI get it for you. Stay here." He signaled her to sit down and went to get her a glass of warm water.
Vivian accepted the glass. Bowing her head, she took a sip.
"Vivian, we..." Finnick spoke as soon as she finished her water.
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