Chapter 23

Vivian froze and looked out of the window. Under the dim glow of the streetlights, she noticed how

Finnick's expression seemed more stern than usual, as though something had been bothering him.

She sobered up immediately. “Are you angry, Finnick?” I'm sure any man would be mad if they saw

someone harassing their wife... "What do you think?" he asked, making the temperature in the car

drop by a few centigrade. “I'm sorry...” Vivian whispered. “That's it?" Finnick said, raising an eyebrow.

Vivian froze as something popped into her mind. “Hey! Don't overthink things!” she exclaimed. “It

was just a normal business meal... I didn’t know Mr. Hark would do something like that...” She feared

that Finnick would misunderstand things too, just like how Fabian did two years ago. In fact, she was

gravely frightened by the very prospect of it. Finnick was her husband and the only person who

cared about her, and the last thing she wanted was for him to hate her as well. Finnick stared at her

with a strange glint in his eyes. “I know,” he said, sounding relaxed. Vivian heaved a sigh of relief,

only to freeze when Finnick spoke again. “Don't go to these business meals anymore.” Vivian

nodded obediently. As Finnick continued to massage her temples, she found herself leaning into his

touch. Finnick shivered when he felt something soft burrow into his shoulder. He looked down to

see her resting her head against his shoulder, taking in her baby pink cheeks, long eyelashes and

lightly parted lips. His eyes widened for just a second. What is this I'm feeling... "Vivian..." he rasped.

"Hmm?" Vivian drawled as she looked up. She realized with a start that their faces were less than

five centimeters apart. “Ah! I'm sorry!” she exclaimed, pulling herself away from him out of shock.

However, before she could react, Finnick's hand had already slid down her face and grabbed her

chin. Without warning, he pressed his lips against hers. The coolness on her lips made her snap out

of her drunken, confused state immediately. Finnick’s kissing me? He's actually kissing me? By the

time they reached the hotel, Vivian had already fallen asleep. Finnick placed her on his lap and took

her to their room. When he lifted her onto the bed, he noticed that her wrists were still red from the

scuffle with Mr. Hark. His gaze turned cold immediately, and he took out his phone to make a call.

“Hey, Finnick! I haven't heard from you in ages!” The person on the other end of the line drawled. “I

need your help,” Finnick said. Anyone who was familiar with him could feel the dangerous tone in

his voice. “Wow! That's rare! Just say it, and I'll do it!” “I need you to get rid of someone for me,”

Finnick said, his voice a low growl. “He hurt someone on my side, so I must make him suffer.” Vivian

woke up the next morning with a splitting headache due to all the alcohol from the previous night.

She struggled to get up from the bed, and a low voice made her freeze. “You're awake?" Vivian

looked up to see a full course meal waiting for her on the table and Finnick sitting nearby. “Finnick?”

Vivian exclaimed as the events of the previous night flooded into her mind. / almost got violated by

Mr. Hark, and Finnick appeared just in time to save me... Wait, what did we do in the car afterwards?

Oh my... Did we kiss? "What's wrong?” Finnick asked when she did not get off the bed. “Are you

alright?” Vivian looked up at him with a start. Finnick's room was a presidential suite, and the

sunlight pouring in from the gigantic windows bathed him in its golden glint. He looked like a literal

deity, though the blank look on his face reminded her that he was just a mere handsome mortal. It

made her feel as though the kiss was just an illusion. “I-I'm fine!” she stammered as she clambered

off the bed, only to freeze when she saw what she was wearing. It was a white shirt that was

obviously too big for her, considering how it reached all the way to her thighs. “W-What are these

clothes?” “Have you forgotten?” Finnick asked, raising an eyebrow. “You threw up last night after

getting drunk. I asked a female hotel employee to change you out of your soiled clothes and dress

you in one of my shirts.” Oh... So the hotel employee did it... Vivian sighed in relief, not noticing

Finnick's gaze studying her from head to toe. Finnick grinned, only to freeze the moment Vivian got

up from the bed.