Never Late, Never Away

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 515

Willed, Vivian raised her head and lifted her chin, staring square into Finnick’s eyes. “What do you want?” she questioned coolly.

Seeing Vivian’s defense and indifference towards himself, Finnick felt a pang in his heart. He saw her leaving the stage just now the moment the auction ended and hurried towards her to catch up. Never did he expect her to react as if she saw something disgusting emerging from the sewers.

Finnick took two steps forward, backing Vivian towards the wall behind her. With visible anger behind his eyes, he interrogated Vivian, “Why did you give up our wedding ring for the auction?”

Despite her anger, Vivian almost laughed. How dare he? What? Did he expect me to keep the ring “till death do us part?” Why should I when we’re no longer married?

“Because I feel like it,” mocked Vivian, twisting her body away from Finnick, wanting to get out of this situation.

let her go so easily. He shoved her towards the wall, pressing both of his palms by her side, locking her in that

me when you did all those years ago? Without a single word too,

once more. Is he saying

the two closed as Vivian straightened her spine, locking her gaze with Finnick’s. Finnick could feel her hot breath on his skin with every word she spat out. Towering above her, he could see clearly the slight increase in her height, fueled by rage. He was supposed to

at her. Five years. For five long years, he had not seen this face. This face that he fell

traveled down her face. Eyes, nose, lips— features he had once kissed and caressed looked so familiar, yet so foreign. The Vivian he knew would never put on such bold makeup. Even so, one thought rang clear amidst the rest. This is the woman I love. It doesn’t matter how much she’s changed, or how different she looks, she’s mine

Finnick planted a passionate

her makeup, Vivian wiped her lips harshly with the back of her hand and

husband and wife. Ashamed, Finnick stepped back, knowing he had overstepped the boundary. But seeing the one who had stolen his heart standing in front of him in person— knowing that the image was no longer a figment of his imagination, how could