A Touch of Sweetness novel (Finnick and Vivian) novel Chapter 9

"We've found some clues," Finnick stated simply.

"That's great!" Another grin appeared on Stiles' face. "And here I was, wondering how you were going to repay her for what she had done. I had hoped that you would offer yourself up to her, but it turns out that you've already given yourself to another woman."

Finnick completely ignored his friend's shameless teasing.

Stiles pouted a little, seeing as he was unable to get a rise out of the other man. Then, his gaze shifted to Finnick's wheelchair as his eyes gleamed. "Finnick, have you told your wife about your legs yet?"

Finnick, who had been scrolling through the finance department reports, stopped moving his

mouse.

A few beats later, he muttered, "No."

Stiles furrowed his brows. "Finnick, it's not that I want to be a nag, but it really doesn’t matter what reason you’ve married her for. Since you're already husband and wife, are you sure that you still want to keep the truth from her? Maybe..."

Here he paused for several seconds, debating on whether or not he should continue. At long last, he gritted his teeth and forged on, "Maybe you should try to accept your new wife. You can't always live in the shadows of the past."

He was all too familiar with Finnick's personality. Although Finnick had insisted that the only reason that he had married the woman was to deal with his grandfather, there was no way that he would accept marriage and living together with her, unless he had truly liked her.

Finnick did not speak. A short while later, he was done reading through the reports. Only then did he respond in a soft voice.

"I can't forget about her."

Stiles was rather stunned.

He took a closer look at Finnick's face, noticing the calm indifference on it. Pity flashed in his eyes.

The car accident that had happened ten years ago was a nightmare for everyone.

Everybody thought that Finnick had lost the use of his legs in that car crash.

It turned out that they were all wrong.

What Finnick had lost in that car crash was not his legs. Rather, it was his heart.

When Vivian returned home after work, Molly and Liam came into the living room with their luggage.

"Molly, Liam, what are you..."

"Mrs. Norton, our son is getting married tomorrow, so we're going to his wedding!" Liam clarified with a delighted grin.

"Really? Congratulations! How many days will you be gone for?"

"The wedding will take place here in Sunshine City, so we'll be back tomorrow night." Molly smiled pleasantly. However, a worried expression crossed her face when she turned to look at Finnick.

"However, with nobody at home, Mr. Norton would have no one to prepare breakfast for him."

Vivian was speechless.

Is this how the rich live? It's merely breakfast! Do they really need to hire someone to specifically cook for them?

"It’s fine." Finnick's deep voice interrupted her thoughts. "Vivian, you know how to cook, right?"

"Huh?" was her eloquent response. Locking gazes with his dark orbs, she stuttered out, "l-l do..."

Then, remembering the hearty breakfast that Molly had cooked in the morning, she could not help but add, "Just a little..."

There was a brief flicker of amusement in Finnick's eyes before it was gone.

"That's enough then," he intoned.

The next morning.

Vivian woke up an hour earlier than normal to labor over breakfast.