Never Late, Never Away

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 11

“A misunderstanding?” Vivian’s words had merely served to infuriate Fabian. His voice soared, as he soon pinched her chin.

He was exerting so much force upon it that Vivian’s face had started to contort in pain.

“What misunderstanding? In my opinion, you’d seen that the broke bloke from two years ago had suddenly struck his pot of gold, becoming a Chief Editor. Hence, since you’ve come to regret your decision, you’ve decided to claim that this was all merely a misunderstanding, right?”

Upon uttering such words, a vicious glint flashed across Fabian’s eyes. He jerked Vivian’s face towards him as he warned her, “Vivian, let me tell you this. I am no longer the gullible man that I had used to be.”

Gazing at his familiar face, which was currently full of resentment and hatred, all Vivian could feel was complete shock and heartache.

She had wanted to explain herself. However, she found that she could not bear to utter a single word in her defense.

What else is there to explain?

If he were truly willing to believe me, why would he have left back then, without even informing me as much?”

Before all else, he has already come to believe that I am merely a gold-digger; someone who is ready to betray him for money, at any given point in time.

Also, even if he were to believe my explanation, so what?

I am someone else’s wife now. Furthermore, I am no longer my past self. We’ll never be able to return to the past…

At such a thought, Vivian tried her utmost best to suppress the tears that had threatened to escape her. In doing so, she took a deep breath as she abruptly raised her head.

“Fabian,” she uttered softly, her tone surprisingly calm. “You are right. What happened that year is exactly as you’ve thought it to be. However, you’ve got something wrong. Currently, I don’t want to be in a relationship with you. Having a position as the Chief Editor, or even a CEO, this has nothing to do with me.”

Upon uttering her last sentence, Vivian soon felt a sharp sensation across her chin. Evidently, Fabian was pinching her forcefully, his grip strengthening.

to fling

glance at him, she caught sight of Fabian glaring at her coldly. The disdain and hatred in

hurt. It’ll certainly be a

as she quickly announced, “If there’s nothing else,

office, without even daring to steal another glimpse

company, Vivian soon reached its ground level. However, she soon came to realize that it was pouring heavily outside. To her utter misfortune, she discovered that she had left her umbrella

enough to go back, to retrieve her umbrella. As she was aware that Fabian might have still been

such a

to hail a cab. Unfortunately, with the combination of the peak period, along with the thunderstorm, Vivian found that it was nearly impossible to find a cab. The cab-hailing application was malfunctioning as

train. She was hoping that the rain would have stopped by then, but it seemed as though God

unsuccessful in her futile attempt to hail a cab, Vivian had no choice but to

memory, from two years ago, on a night that had a similar thunderstorm. It was a night where she had

Fabian, the man whom she thought would

that she had felt two years ago

her body, squatting down as she curled

Cold…

It’s so cold…

shiver uncontrollably, just

memories and painful emotions, Vivian soon caught a glimpse of a wheelchair and a

saw Finnick in front of her, while

his cold aura was still evidently noticeable. Although he was wheelchair-bound, his current appearance was

Vivian’s eyelashes fluttered.

Finnick?

squatting down on the ground. For a reason unbeknownst, a hint of fury soon crept into his voice.

when Vivian finally returned to her