Never Late, Never Away

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 352

Finnick had the impression that no one was at home because the lights were off when he opened the door. As he switched on the lights and walked to the living room, he spotted Vivian on the sofa, sitting on her knees.

“What’s wrong?” He sensed that she seemed rather out of sorts.

Lowering her head, she ignored his question. Neither did she look at him nor give him an answer.

He thought that some problems at work had caused her to be feeling blue. When he was about to console her, he realized that she was still wearing the newly bought clothes from the day before.

Finnick frowned and did not utter any comforting words. Instead, he commented, “Why are you still wearing this kind of clothes? Don’t buy them ever again, the style doesn’t suit you at all.”

Upon hearing that, Vivian could no longer hold back the anger and grievances buried in her heart.

Big droplets of tears that she had been fighting back streamed down profusely from her cheeks, forming a puddle on the leather sofa.

Her eyes were filled with rage and an obstinate expression settled

a contemptuous tone, “Then, who do you think should be

of answering her question, he asked while wiping off the tears from her face, “What’s

are the clothes that Evelyn likes, right?” Vivian pushed his hand away and stood up from the

and completely baffled as to why Vivian reacted that way, Finnick

don’t you?” She looked at him straight

a moment and then locked eyes with Vivian. “That was in the past. The person that I like right now is

this outfit? Wasn’t it because I look somewhat like her when I

clothes. He pacified her patiently, “If you like that kind of fashion, I won’t comment

but was further enraged by it. “Finnick, do you really think that it’s just about the

topic easily, he looked at her, pressed his lips, and

Vivian being so unreasonable before and had no clue how to respond to the situation. In his mind, she was always a

Finnick’s first experience to have someone pointing fingers at him and putting words in his mouth for no apparent reason. As an exceptionally proud

his lack of response, the room plunged into a pin-drop