A Touch of Sweetness novel (Finnick and Vivian) novel Chapter 592

I won't lose my job, will I? The secretary thought, her face drained of blood and her legs shaking as she ran away.

The next day, in Finnick's office.

The man was sitting at his desk reading through a document when there was a knock on the door.

"Come in," he responded without looking up.

"You must be tired, Finnick. You should take a break; you can't keep working like that."

A familiar woman's voice spoke, her tone gentle and affectionate.

Finnick furrowed his eyebrows at the sound of her voice.

I thought it was my assistant. Why is it Evelyn?What is she doing in my office?

"Why are you here?" Snapping the file shut, Finnick looked up at Evelyn coldly.

Still in a wheelchair, her appearance had changed drastically. Today, she wore a long, white dress and had draped a wool blanket across her lap. Her light, natural makeup and long black hair spilling over her shoulders helped her appear innocent and kind.

Upon hearing Finnick's apathetic question, she bit her lower lip, eyes reddening slightly before pretending to gather her courage and lift her head. "I was worried that you might be tired from work, so I personally made your favorite braised short rib stew. Go on, try and have a taste."

Evelyn carefully opened the lunchbox she'd brought as she spoke, a fragrant aroma instantly filling the office. She nodded with satisfaction when she saw the succulent cut of ribs paired with the fresh, decorative vegetables in the lunchbox. It truly looked like a five-star meal.

Of course, she didn't have the skills nor the patience to cook this; it had been prepared by her housemaid.

But Finnick didn't need to know about that.