Never Late, Never Away

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 198

Just as they were about to leave, Benedict blurted, “She’s your wife, isn’t she?”

Vivian and Finnick turned around. Finnick glared at Benedict icily for a moment before replying, “Yes.”

As Finnick turned around to leave, Vivian thought she heard Benedict snort. His words, however low, were audible. “She’s not even close to Evelyn.”

Evelyn?

Evelyn Morrison?

Vivian froze in her tracks. However, she was pulled away by Finnick before recovering from the shock.

Walking away, Vivian wondered what Finnick’s relationship with Benedict was. How did Benedict know about Evelyn? Were they friends in the past? Did Benedict love Evelyn just as Finnick did?

When Benedict mentioned Evelyn earlier, Vivian glimpsed the hints of sorrow in Finnick’s eyes. He must have missed her dearly.

She couldn’t help asking, “Finnick, who is Benedict? Why do you dislike him?”

he didn’t hear

her plan, Ashley went back to the auction hall and sat with Fabian at a few rows in front of Vivian’s

Vivian could sense the hostility of the neighboring women’s glances thrown

eyes to dart around and noticed Benedict taking up his place at the row in front of her. He noticed her, too, and

by dazzling lights as

speech to welcome all the philanthropists and socialites. And with a booming announcement, the auction started. “Let the auction

was the first to be auctioned. It was a fountain

know the mysterious man’s identity. He was Benedict Morrison, the eldest

explained his wistful tone

of impeccable artistry. In loving memory of the late Ms. Evelyn Morrison, Mr. Morrison’s younger sister, he has decided to auction it,

frowned upon seeing

Evelyn…

soon lost in his own

her twelfth birthday as an encouragement for her

that she refused to let

off the pen after so