Never Late, Never Away

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 183

The child is innocent. Fabian knew he could not act irresponsibly and ruthlessly abandon the mother and child.

However, he detested Ashley! Initially, he only wanted to exploit her to take revenge against Vivian who had cheated on him because Ashley’s scar between her eyebrows reminded him of Vivian! To his disbelief, God had played a big joke on him!

Vivian did not cheat on him; she was just a victim! Thinking back to the past, he realized he had failed to be there for her when she needed his comfort and protection. Two years later after meeting Vivian again, he made the same mistake once more! Fabian abhorred himself.

In Fabian’s drunken gaze, he vividly saw the Vivian he fell in love with. She was decked out in a blue dress and was running gracefully toward him as she excitedly shouted his name…

In the past, she loved to tie her hair in a high ponytail and enjoyed going to the cinema. She would always drag him to the cinema to catch the latest movie after class ended. Moreover, she even told him that when they grew old, they could still sit in the cinema to watch their favorite movies!

He remembered grinning at her and saying that it would be ridiculous for the cinema to still be here unchanged. Both of them then guffawed together.

As his memory blurred, it suddenly morphed into Ashley’s face. She was gazing at him seductively as she hooked him with her finger, calling out his name and their baby…

and tortured as enjoyable memories with Vivian morphed into the constant

ever forgive me, Vivian? I miss you so

rambled softly, “Vivian,

office, Sarah reminded her not to

a meeting tonight and was not at home as

was about to switch off the office lights, Fabian suddenly

you drink so much? Why are you here in the office? Let me send

He was delighted and gushed,

to how drunk he was but she noticed

me, Fabian? It’s late, so let’s talk tomorrow,” Vivian replied hurriedly. She wanted

I get drunk. You said I have a poor alcohol tolerance and a bad taste in alcohol. Everything you

the point of mentioning the past? Isn’t

wry smile. “What is the point of living if it