Never Late, Never Away

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 9

Never Late, Never Away 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.

was not his legs. Rather,

…

and Liam came into the living room

what

Norton, our son is getting married tomorrow, so we’re going

many days will you be

worried expression crossed her face when she turned to look at Finnick. “However, with nobody at home, Mr.

Vivian was speechless.

merely breakfast! Do they really need to hire someone

deep voice interrupted her thoughts. “Vivian, you know how to cook,

her eloquent response. Locking gazes with

remembering the hearty breakfast that Molly had cooked in the morning, she

a brief flicker of amusement in

then,” he

The next morning.

hour earlier than normal to labor over

to head upstairs to call Finnick down when he had appeared out of the

“Do you have batteries?”

moment to realize that he was holding an electric shaver

slot. “You need a button cell

“No.”

eyed the stubble lining his jaw, confirming that he really did need

“No.”

she pressed, “There’s nothing

He shook his head.

could have wept at the way that

in frustration. “Maybe you could get that assistant of yours to buy one

a very important meeting later that I can’t afford to be late to.” Finnick’s brows furrowed and he added, “I asked Liam and

stared at him for a while until it clicked in her brain. She soon understood the reason that he

Pursing her lips, she continued, “I know how to use one and I can do it for

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