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 on

tone, “Then, who do you

he heard Evelyn’s name. Instead of answering her question, he asked while wiping off the tears from her face, “What’s wrong

Evelyn likes, right?” Vivian pushed his hand away and stood up from the sofa abruptly. “That’s

baffled as to why Vivian reacted that way, Finnick

still like Evelyn, don’t you?” She looked at him straight in the

being questioned, Finnick’s expression dimmed. He fell silent for a moment and then locked eyes with Vivian. “That was in the past. The person that I like right now

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

He pacified her patiently, “If you like that kind

accept his apology but was further enraged by it. “Finnick, do you really think that it’s just

to drop the topic easily, he looked at her, pressed

to respond to the situation. In his mind, she was always a gentle and thoughtful

first experience to have someone pointing fingers at him and putting words in his mouth for no apparent reason. As an exceptionally proud man with high self-esteem, he felt wronged but subconsciously would not humble himself to

the room plunged into a pin-drop silence