Never Late, Never Away Chapter 115

Rachel heard noises in the living room and frowned. “Who’s here?”

Vivian replied in an awkward manner, “Finnick’s here.”

“Your husband?” Rachel’s expression changed. “He came here to look for you? What is he doing outside?”

Vivian did not know how to answer her. “He is cleaning the house for me.”

Rachel was dumbfounded.

Her eyes glistened for a second, and then whispered, “I don’t want to nag anymore, but you’d better make sure you know what you’re doing.”

Of course, Vivian knew what Rachel was talking about. She inched closer and held her hands. “Don’t worry, Mom. I know what I’m doing.”

She did not just say that to appease Rachel. She said that as a reminder for herself.

I cannot fall in love with him. I won’t allow that to happen.

Rachel gazed into her eyes and said sincerely, “I believe you.”

Vivian responded with a grin and left the room.

She noticed Finnick had finished cleaning the house. He stood there with a wet cloth in his hand and a smug smile on his face. “What do you think? Not bad, huh?”

Vivian could not help but chuckle at how confident he was.

Who would expect Mr. Finnick Norton to be so proud of his little achievement here? He was the same man who would not even bother to celebrate after closing the business deal of the year!

“You did great,” she praised, “Thank you.”

While they were having this conversation, Noah arrived. Vivian then opened the door for him to come in.

Noah got the shock of his life when he saw Finnick holding a wet cloth in his hand. Instead of making any remarks that might offend him, he decided to keep mum and place the food on the table.

After helping Rachel finish her dinner, Vivian also ate something simple to stop her hunger pangs. It was already 11 p.m.

Vivian looked at Finnick and Noah after she cleaned up the table. “Thank you so much for today. It’s getting late now. Drive safe.”

“You’re welcome,” Noah responded with a smile and was ready to leave.

But it seems that Finnick, who was sitting on a chair beside Noah, had no intention of getting back into his wheelchair.

Noah was confused. “Mr. Norton?”

“You go back first,” Finnick said, “I’ll stay here tonight.”

Stay here?

Vivian’s eyes widened; she looked at him in disbelief.

Noah was equally shocked, but like what a professional personal assistant would do, he regained his composure in the blink of an eye. “Alright, Sir. I’ll come and fetch you tomorrow. I’ll bring fresh clothes for you to change into as well.”

Noah then left the house.

“Wait a second, Noah!” Vivian panicked, but Noah was already nowhere to be seen. She then turned her attention to Finnick. “Are you sure you’re going to sleep here?”

The man raised his brows and questioned her, “Do you have a problem?”

“I mean, you’re welcome to stay, but…” Vivian got even more anxious upon seeing how serious he was. “But we only have two rooms in this house.”

“I’ll sleep in your room,” Finnick said without hesitation, “You have a problem with that?”

Vivian’s face flushed red instantly.

Back in the villa, the bed she shared with Finnick was much larger. The bed in her room here, however, was tiny. If we were to sleep on that small bed…

She dared not think further.

If he’s going to be here for the night, why did I leave the villa in the first place?

“But my house is so shabby. I’m afraid you won’t sleep well.” Vivian continued to find an excuse to get rid of him.

“I’ll be fine.” Finnick’s forehead furrowed. “It’s not an issue for me.”

By now Vivian had run out of ideas. She stared at him for a bit and eventually gave in. “Alright, then. I’ll go and take a shower now.”

Finnick responded a baffling smile, “Okay.”

Vivian excused herself and went into the bathroom. As she was about to turn on the shower, she suddenly thought of another problem.

Her house only had a very simple shower but not a bathtub. This had become a problem for her because her right hand was injured. Using a shower would cause her to wet her wound.

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