Never Late, Never Away

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 103

If she were a woman who worshipped the rich and gave up everything for money, she would not have saved him when he was in danger.

Have I misunderstood something about her these two years?

Frustration was overwhelming Fabian.

Whenever he thought about the possibility of him having misunderstood Vivian, he became agitated. Yet, he felt it was impossible that he had been mistaken.

After a long while of feeling conflicted, he finally took his phone and made a call.

“Hello? It’s me,” Fabian uttered when the call was picked up, “Check something for me. Investigate it. I want the truth.”

After reaching home, Vivian took a long shower and finally got rid of the disinfectant smell of the hospital.

Sleep took control over her soon after she lay on her bed.

She did not like being in hospitals, so she had not slept well the few nights she had spent there. Now, she was finally back.

subconsciously turned toward Finnick’s side of the

into the soft pillow, Vivian suddenly smelled Finnick’s

smell of his shampoo, along with a tinge of cigar fragrance. Vivian felt a wave of calmness washing

suddenly felt greedy, not wanting to turn back to her spot.

he saw Vivian lying on his

for a second before

door, he silently stood up from the wheelchair and

was in deep sleep and did not

had wanted to tuck her into the blanket, but when he lifted the blanket he saw the wound on her arm. He could

some water had still made its way there. The bandage was slightly damp, and as she fell asleep so quickly, she had forgotten

in

she take better

wanted to wake Vivian up to change her bandage, but when he looked at her deep in slumber—she was even drooling on his pillow—he could not

picked up the medication on the table that Vivian brought back from the

she took no notice of it, but pain abruptly exploded at the site of her wound. It was

moment she opened her eyes, she saw Finnick sitting by her bed with a cotton swab in his hand. The bandage on her