A Touch of Sweetness

Chapter 1

Arriving at the Civil Affairs Bureau, Vivian William was utterly dismayed to discover that the man whom

she was supposed to get her

marriage certificate with had yet to arrive.

It was already more than half an hour past their agreed-upon time. Just as she was about to contact

him, he called her instead.

As soon as she picked up, his furious voice blared out through the phone, “Vivian William, you liar!

Have you forgotten about the sort of

shameful things you'd done back in university? How dare you even think about marrying me now? Let

me tell you something. That will

only ever happen in your dreams! It has become rather clear to me now, seeing as you were quick to

bring up marriage despite us only

knowing each other for three days! If it weren't for my ex-girlfriend having studied in the same university

as you, | would’ve gotten tricked

by you! You shameless woman!”

With that, he hung up.

Vivian did not even get a chance to explain herself.

The fingers clenching her phone were turning white while her lips moved soundlessly.

The man had not bother to tone down his voice at all, which meant that a tot of people had overheard

her phone call. The gazes that

everyone else had shot her were ones filled with scorn and disgust, stabbing into her like thousands of

needles.

It was exactly like that nightmarish night two years ago.

She felt as though she was being swallowed in the darkness. No matter how hard she tried, there was

simply no escape...

Beads of sweat formed upon her forehead as she paled dramatically. Without realizing, her whole body

had begun to tremble

uncontrollably.

Off to the side, a pair of dark, fathomless eyes watched the shivering woman thoughtfully while his

slender fingers tapped on the

armrests of his wheelchair.

“Mr. Norton.” At that moment, a young man hurried over to Finnick Norton’s side. Leaning down, he

whispered, “Ms. Lopez has informed

me that she’s still stuck in traffic. She has said that it might take her at least an hour to get here.”

“You can tell her to go back home. Tell her not to bother to come anymore.” Finnick did not even bother

to turn his head. His sharp gaze

was fixated on Vivian as he added placidly, “I don't like pretentious women.”

“But...” The young man, his assistant had an upset took upon his face. “Your grandfather is pushing

really hard for you to get married...”

As though he had not heard his assistant’s words, Finnick pushed the button on his wheelchair to move

towards Vivian.

“Excuse me, miss? Would you please marry me?”

Acrisp voice rang out, dragging Vivian out of the darkness that was threatening to swallow her whole.

Raising her head, she was slightly surprised at what had met her eyes.

She did not know when it happened, but a wheelchair-bound man seemed to come to a stop in front of

her.

His features were so perfect that they would take anyone's breath away. Sharply defined brows that

rested on a chiseled face, it looked

as though his face was sculpted out of marble. He emerged resembling flawless masterpiece.

Despite the simplicity of his white dress shirt, the design accentuated his lean, yet powerful build.

Being seated in a wheelchair did not take anything away from his noble and proud air at all. On the

contrary, it only seemed to make him

appear more aloof and unapproachable.

It was not until the man repeated his question that Vivian snapped out of the daze that she had fallen

into.

“what?”

“I could not help but overhear your conversation earlier. You're in a hurry to get married, aren't you?”

Her breath was stuck in her lungs at his words, as humiliation and distress swept through her.

Not waiting for her to reply, the man continued in an indifferent tone. “What a coincidence. I'm in the

same boat. Since our goals are

alike, why don’t we tend each other a hand?” The way he said it made it sound as though he was

talking about a business deal, not one

of the most important events of life itself.

At this point, Vivian finally understood that this man was being serious about them getting

married.Nonetheless, we've only just met!

Getting married right off the bat is far too outrageous!

“Mister, we don’t even know each other! Don’t you think that you’re being a little too hasty and

impulsive?”

“You didn’t know those men whom you went on blind dates with either.”

His reply was calm and straightforward, catching Vivian off guard, leaving her speechless.

“Oh, | get it now. You're looking down on me because I’m a cripple, aren't you?”

“Of course not!” - was her automatic response. When she caught sight of the small glimmer of

amusement in his dark orbs, she realized

that she was doing exactly what he had wanted her to.

“Miss.” He folded his hands on his lap neatly before he fixed her a burning gaze. “I'm pretty certain that

you need this marriage very

badly. If you miss out on this chance now, what makes you think that you'll get another?”

She had to admit that he was very convincing.He’s right. | desperately need this marriage. Truthfully,

it’s probably more accurate to say

that | need to be registered in a household account here in this city. Only then will | be eligible to apply

for health insurance here, to pay

for Mom's expensive medical bills.

Seconds ticked by as she stared at the man for a very long while. At long last, she squeezed out, “Are

you a permanent resident here, in

Sunshine City?”

His lips curled up into a small smirk. “Yes.”

Once again, Vivian fell silent. Her fingers tightened on her household register.

Although he was crippled, the man before her possessed the mannerism and looks that were certainly

leagues ahead of those horrible men that she had been blind dating recently.Oh Vivian, hasn't your

sole aim for the past three months been to get married to a local resident as fast as you can? Now, the

opportunity to do so is practically leaping into your arms!Why are you stil hesitating?

Conflicting emotions swirled within her. In the end, she bit her lip and firmed her resolve. The woman

nodded in agreement. “Alright, | agree.”

 

Chapter 2

One hour later, Vivian walked out of the Civil Affairs Bureau with the red marriage certificate clutched in

her hands. She felt as though

she was floating on air as if everything had been nothing but a dream.

Never had she ever thought that she would one day suddenly marry a man that she had only met by

chance.Perhaps this is fate?

Lowering her eyes, she gazed at the photo of them sitting side by side. The man’s expression was

blank, while hers evidently displayed

her unease and reservations.

Beneath that photo were both of their names.How absurd is it that I’ve only just come to learn of my

new husband’s name? From a

marriage certificate, of all things!Finnick Norton. A simple but fitting name for a man like him.

“Vivian William?”

The man- Finnick, was also staring at his marriage certificate. He pronounced her name slowly, the low

timbre of his voice causing it to

roll off his tongue smoothly. The way he uttered it sent shivers running down her spine.

She was still reeling from her change in marital status when a hand suddenly appeared right before

her. A card was pinched between its

two fingers.

“Ms. William, I’m aware that having a wedding and getting a wedding ring are some of the most

anticipated events for a woman.

Unfortunately, I’m sorry to say that | don’t have the time to deal with all that. If you’d really like a ring,

you can choose one yourself.”

Tilting her head backwards, Vivian met Finnick’s unreadable gaze.

“There’s no need for that.” She hurriedly waved her hands in refusal at him. “I don’t care for such

formalities.”

She was long past the age where she would care for such romantic gestures. More importantly, she did

not want to feel like she had

owed him anything, even though he was lawfully her husband.

“At the very least, get a ring.” With that said, he grabbed her wrist, as he stuffed his card into her hand.

The moment their hands brushed against each other, the slight difference in their temperature sent a

jolt, rushing through Vivian. She

was rather surprised by his warmth.

“Fine then.” Since they were newlyweds, so to speak, she did not want to get into an argument with him

over his good intentions. Hence,

she accepted the card and kept it aside in her bag.

“| have a meeting in the afternoon, so I'll be leaving first. You'll have to find your own transport.” His

tone of voice was as neutral as ever.

“Okay.” She had not held any hope that he would actually treat her like a real wife, someone who he

would love and spoil. That was why

she was not disappointed at all that he was leaving her there.

Abruptly remembering something, he spoke up again, “By the way, I'll send you my home address later

today. Just move in when it’s

convenient for you.”

They had exchanged their phone numbers earlier when they were getting their marriage certificates.

“Im not in any hurry!” she quickly responded.

Although it made sense that they would need to stay together after marrying, the truth was that she

was simply not prepared to live

under the same roof as a stranger just yet.

Perhaps the rejection in her tone was too obvious, as Finnick soon lifted his head to glance at her.

Vivian flushed a little, in

embarrassment.

However, he did not respond to that. All he did was push a button on his wheelchair to turn it in another

direction. “If there’s nothing else,

I'll be taking my leave now.”

“Alright.”

She waited for him to get into a black car before she soon took to depart as well.

After that, she immediately called her company’s Human Resource Department. She told them that she

was going to be registered in

Sunshine City very soon.

She heaved a deep sigh of relief once it was confirmed that they would apply for the local health

insurance for both her and her family.

While getting married today was quite a rash decision on her part, at the very least, she had finally

managed to resolve the matter that

had been plaguing her with worry for a while now. At last, she would not need to agonize over her

mother’s medical bills.

Upon arriving at Glamour Magazine, her workplace, Vivian found that the time for their afternoon

interview had yet to arrive.

Using her remaining free time, she headed over to the shopping mall next door, to buy a pair of

wedding rings with the card that Finnick

had given her.

Thereafter, she returned to her desk and sat down, planning on going through the information on this

afternoon’s interview one last time.

Just then, Sarah slid her office chair over. Her eyes were gleaming as she asked, “Vivian, what’s up

with the ring?”

“Quite the observant one, aren’t you?” Vivian had no intention of hiding anything. After all, the Human

Resource Department already

knew that she had transferred her household register. Everyone in the company would soon come to

know of her change in marital

status. “I’ve recently gotten married.”

“Congratulations, Vivian!” Sarah scrutinized the ring, commenting, “Did your husband gift you this? It’s

not a very big diamond, is it? How

much did it cost?”

“A little over one thousand.”

Vivian did not know anything about Finnick’s financial background so she had chosen a pair of the

cheapest and simplest rings that she

could find.

Sarah’s brows furrowed and she stated with a solemn expression on her face, “Vivian, that simply won't

do at all! A wedding ring is a

symbol of your marriage. How dependable can a man be, if he won’t even buy you a better ring?”

“It’s fine. He’s just doing the best that he can,” Vivian answered. Noting the sympathetic look in the

other woman’s eyes, she realized that

Sarah probably thought that her new husband was not very well-off.

“That's enough. Let’s not talk about this anymore.” She swiftly changed the subject, unwilling to linger

on it any longer. “Are you ready for

the interview later?”

“Hahaha, most definitely!” Vivian’s distraction tactic had been successful, as Sarah soon gestured

towards her attire. “Vivian, what do you

think? Am | beautiful?”

It was only then Vivian noticed that her colleague was dressed in a pink and white skirt dress set. Her

hair had also been styled carefully.

“You look amazing!” Vivian complimented.

Tickled pink by her words of praise, Sarah’s eyes soon lit up in delight. “Then, do you suppose that I’ll

have a chance with the wealthy,

bachelor president of Finnor Group?”

 

Chapter 3

Vivian blinked in surprise, as an understanding dawned upon her as to why Sarah had gone through so

much trouble to doll herself up.

The person that they would be interviewing later this afternoon was the president of Finnor Group.

In Sunshine City, Finnor Group was akin to that of a legend.

Three years ago, the company suddenly popped up out of nowhere. Rapidly, it managed to make a

name for itself in the finance industry,

using extremely aggressive methods.

Within the next three years, it managed to become one of the financial magnates of Sunshine City, as it

was on par with the top three

families in the city.

Yet, what had caught everyone’s attention more, was the president of the company.

Even now, nobody knew what his name was, or how he looked like. His entire identity was a mystery, a

fact that only added more to his

allure.

There was no better example to use, than Sarah, who specifically took time to dress up, when she

found out they were going to interview

the elusive president.

Amusement glinted in Vivian’s eyes as she teased, “Sarah, are you sure that you’d want to leave such

a good impression on him? Aren't

you worried that the president might be a bald, old man?”

“Pfft! | don’t believe that!” Sarah stomped her foot in annoyance. “Rumor has it that he’s supposed to

be really young!”

In contrast to Sarah’s hopeful expression, Jenny was entirely serious as she stated, “This interview is a

once in a lifetime opportunity, so

we need to be fully prepared for it. This is the first time that the president actually accepted a media

interview. Our sales will definitely

reach an all-time high if we managed to get a photo of him.”

Vivian nodded in understanding.

It was true that the president of Finnor Group had never once accepted an interview before. When

Glamour Magazine first sent an invite

over, he had initially refused, as per usual. Inexplicably, a call came in yesterday, saying that he had

agreed to it.

Needless to say, the sudden good news had shocked the chief editors.

Upon running through the contents of the interview one last time, Vivian, Sarah, and Jenny headed

over to Finnor Group with a

photographer.

Finnor Group was located in the financial district of Sunshine City. They greeted the receptionist on the

first floor, stating the reason for

their visit. Then, they took the elevator all the way up to the top floor.

“Are you from Glamour Magazine?” The secretary came over to welcome them the moment they

stepped out of the elevator. “Mr. Norton

is already waiting inside for you.”

With that said, she led them into the president's office.

Vivian paused slightly when she heard the secretary's words.

Mr. Norton? Who would have thought that the president of Finnor Group would share the same

surname as my new husband?

Right before they entered, the nervous Sarah tugged on Vivian's sleeve, whispering, “Is my hair alright?

Is it messy? Oh, it better not be

messed up...”

Snickering softly, Vivian murmured in return, “You’re fine. Not a single hair is out of place. It’s-”

At that moment, she happened to glance into the office as she spoke. Upon spotting the figure by the

windows, she stiffened in surprise

and trailed off. All thoughts about reassuring Sarah soon vanished.

Just then, Sarah’s gaze landed on the man as well. Soon enough, she forgot all about her appearance.

The shock was evident in her

voice as she muttered, “Oh my god, the president of Finnor Group... He’s actually sitting in a

wheelchair?”

Before Vivian could say anything, the wheelchair slowly whirled around to face them.

Sarah gasped. “Woah! H-he’s so handsome! He’s more handsome than a celebrity!”

The fact that he was sitting in a wheelchair was completely overshadowed by his attractiveness.

Hence, Sarah could not contain her

awed whispers.

Vivian did not hear a single word that she had uttered.

Her attention was focused on the man too, but for entirely different reasons than her colleague. At that

moment, her brain felt as though

it had stopped working, as she stared at him, utterly dumbfounded.

The rays of light pouring in from the window had cast the sharp angles of his face in the shadows, while

his dark orbs were as cold as

ever.

It was Finnick.

The president of Finnor Group is Finnick?

 

Chapter 4

The revelation stunned Vivian. Before she could react, Finnick shot them a small smile. “You are from

Glamour Magazine, right? Please take a seat.”

“Vivian, what are you still standing around for?”

The reminder from Sarah snapped Vivian out of her daze, as she soon followed them to the couch.

Finnick glided over and stopped in front of them. Sarah's face was full of excitement as she asked, “Mr.

Norton, may we begin?"

“Sure.” Finnick’s expression was rather placid. Up till now, he had not even given Vivian a second

glance. It was almost like they were complete strangers.

His distant attitude had even caused Vivian to wonder if this man was just a random person who had a

striking resemblance to her new husband.

“Well... Mr. Norton, since you've been very mysterious so far, everyone is dying to know what your full

name is.” Blushing a bright red, Sarah began the interview. “Do you mind telling us your

name?”

“Finnick Norton,” he replied succinctly. The moment the words left his thin lips, Vivian’s hopes were

dashed.

Finnick Norton. He really is my new husband!

“Finnick Norton. What a pleasant name!” Jenny flattered with a smile. “Next, we would like to ask you a

series of questions.”

With that, Jenny tured to shoot Vivian a pointed look. Upon noticing that Vivian was still staring at

Finnick stupidly, she surreptitiously pinched the daydreaming woman.

“Ouch!” Vivian exclaimed in pain as she returned to her senses.

Before coming here, they had all agreed that Vivian would do the interview, while Sarah and Jenny

jotted down the notes.

Faced with Jenny’s reproving glare, Vivian quickly calmed her raging emotions as she put on a

professional air. “Mr. Norton, are you a local of Sunshine City?”

“Il guess you could say that I’m half a local.” In stark contrast to Vivian's earlier panic, Finnick was as

cool as a cucumber. “| was born here but I'd left for A Nation when | was really young.”

At his words, Vivian suddenly felt like she had wanted to burst out in laughter. The man sitting across

from her was supposed to be her husband, yet she knew absolutely nothing about him.

However, she was working now, so she pushed aside her random thoughts. She continued the

interview, going down the list of questions that they had prepared beforehand.

The interview went on smoothly after that. Finnick was rather cooperative, albeit a little cold. Still, he

was nothing like the unreasonable and unkind man that the rumors said he was.

Getting into the flow of things, Vivian temporarily forgot that she was actually interviewing her husband.

However, when her eyes landed on the next question, her words got stuck in her

throat. An awkward silence descended upon the office.

“Vivian, what are you doing?” Sarah nudged her.

She plastered an apologetic smile on her face. “My apologies, Mr. Norton. This next question is rather

personal and I'm sure that a lot of our female readers will be interested in your answer.”

Squashing aside the strange feeling that was burning in her chest, Vivian forced herself to ask, “Are

you single, Mr. Norton?”

Vivian could have bitten off her tongue at the stupid question that had escaped her lips.

Ugh, if only Sarah and Jenny weren't here right now. | wouldn't have to ask this question that | already

know the answer to!

Nervous, she raised her head to glance into Finnick’s eyes. She could have sworn that she had

glimpsed a slight hint of amusement, flashing through his emotionless orbs.

However, it was gone as fast as it had come, leaving her to wonder if she had merely imagined it.

He opened his mouth and drawled, “Well... what do you think, miss?”

 

Chapter 5

Vivian’s heart skipped a beat at his response.

What do | think? | don’t even need to think about it!

Despite her inner thoughts, she still managed to quirk her lips up in a small grin. “Let me guess... A

man with such outstanding achievements as yourself, I’m certain that you’re already

married. Am | right, Mr. Norton?”

Thereafter, she avoided his gaze, as guilt crept up on her. In the next instant, she berated herself for

feeling so.

Why should | feel guilty? He’s the one who had concealed his real identity from me! He kept pretending

that he didn’t know me! I’m not in the wrong here!

Across from her, Finnick took note of the minor changes in her expressions, as her conflicting emotions

played out, all over her face.

Almost imperceptibly, his lips twitched upwards.

Even before this interview, he already knew that she would be the one who would be interviewing him.

In all actuality, it was probably more accurate to say that he had only agreed to it

because he found out that she worked at Glamour Magazine.

She thought that today was the first time that they had met. In truth, he had seen her three days ago

when she was on a blind date.

At that time, he was quite certain that he had never seen her before. Yet, somehow, she seemed

incredibly familiar to him. Thus, he instructed his men to investigate her.

It was pure coincidence that he had met her again, this morning, at the Civil Affairs Bureau. The man

whom she was supposed to marry had not shown up. He had even called to humiliate

her.

Recalling the information that his men had found out, he had approached her and suggested that they

marry each other instead.

He had tossed the earlier question to her to answer because he wanted to tease her. He had not

expected that she would be so nervous and shy about it. It did not match what he had

known of her past at all.

The serene look on his face was unchanging as he uttered, “Yes, I’m already married. It only happened

in the past few days actually.”

As he said that, his eyes flicked over to Vivian, causing her heart to pound faster.

Before she could respond, Sarah let out an exaggerated cry of dismay.

“Mr. Norton, you’re already married? Aww, all our female readers are going to be heartbroken!” Sarah

sighed mournfully before she perked up and prodded, “I wonder what sort of woman Mr.

Norton's wife is? Is she a daughter from one of the influential families?”

“Sarah!” Vivian tugged at the nosy woman's arm. That's certainly not on the list of questions that we

had prepared. It’s way too personal and it’s rather rude too!

Thankfully, Finnick did not get upset. He smiled blandly as he chose to remain silent.

“Alright, that’s enough of asking Mr. Norton about his private life. Let's move on to the questions related

to the company.” Not wanting to linger on the topic of marriage for too long, Vivian

hurriedly brought the interview back on track.

The next few questions were straight to the point, as they were entirely focused on his job. At long last,

the interview ended on a safe note.

“I’m very happy to have received this interview from Glamour Magazine.” Finnick shook each of their

hands after the session had ended. When it was Vivian’s turn, he paused for a second,

his gaze fixed on the ring that she was wearing. His lips curled up into a smirk. “What a beautiful ring.”

Vivian’s cheeks felt warm, as a blush bloomed upon her face. She snatched her hand back and

followed the others out of the office.

The tension running through her only diminished, once they had exited.

Beside her, Sarah shrieked in joy, “Oh my god! | actually shook hands with the president of Finnor

Group! I’m not going to wash my hand for a week!”

Exasperated, Vivian was about to chastise the other woman, when she saw Finnick’s secretary walking

towards them. There were several small but intricate boxes in her hands.

“Hello, this is a small token of appreciation from our president to each of you. Please accept it.”

Accepting one of the boxes, Sarah was increasingly ecstatic. “Oh wow, we’d even received a gift too!

How thoughtful of Mr. Norton!”

She eagerly opened the box, revealing a Chanel silk scarf inside.

“Damn, it’s not surprising that he’s the president! His generosity is really something!” she gushed.

“Look, we each have a different color too! Vivian, hurry up and open yours. | want to see

what color yours is.”

Vivian did not wish to open the box, but Sarah continued to wheedle her relentlessly. Unable to bear it

any longer, she lifted the lid.

Upon catching a glimpse of what was inside, her face fell. She quickly slammed the lid shut, before the

others could see what it was.

 

Chapter 6

“I-lt's nothing,” Vivian stammered out. Hiding the box behind her back, she added, “It's the same color

as yours. Err... I'm having a terrible stomachache. | need to rush to the bathroom!”

She did not wait for a response as she fled for the nearest bathroom.

As soon as she was in the privacy of the cubicle, she perched on the toilet seat lid and carefully lifted

the lid of the box once again.

Unlike Sarah and the others’ silk scarves, there was a bunch of keys in her box instead.

She was still staring at it in dumbfounded shock when she received a message.

Finnick had sent her his home address, which revealed that he was living in the most expensive villa

neighborhood in Sunshine City.

His address and a bunch of keys. He was serious about me moving in to live with him? | guess it's not

wrong of him to think as such; after all. we are lawfully wedded fo one another. It's

normal for us to live together...

Soon after that, she left the bathroom and headed back to the magazine company with Sarah and the

rest.

They had managed to get several good shots of Finnick during this interview. However, they did not

dare to publish his photo without his consent.

Hence, the chief editor called to ask Finnick if they were allowed to do so.

The chief editor had only done this because he had wanted to try his luck. He did not really expect a

positive response. After all, the president of Finnor Group had always been hiding in the

shadows. Agreeing to an interview was already a huge surprise on his end.

To the utter amazement of everyone, Finnick had actually agreed! Immediately, the entire magazine

company was buzzing with chatter.

“Damn! The president of Finnor Group is allowing us to publish his photo? Looks like we're going to be

famous!"

“Quick, quick! Show us his photo! Is he really as handsome as Sarah claims?”

Previously, Vivian and the others had not dared to show Finnick’s photos without his consent. Now that

he had given them permission to use his photos, they took them out for public viewing.

All the women in the magazine company squealed and shrieked when they saw his photos.

“Hot damn! He's so gorgeous! Sarah, the way that you'd described him doesn’t do him justice at alll”

“Yeah! None of the celebrities can compare to him! None at alll”

“Hey, why is Mr. Norton's chair so weird? It kinda looks like... a wheelchair?"

Someone had finally noticed the wheelchair that Finnick was sitting in, as a hush soon descended upon

them.

Sarah spoke up loudly, “Yeah, Mr. Norton is wheelchair-bound. But so what? He's handsome and filthy

rich. To me, that still makes him Prince Charming!”

All the other women fervently agreed, which sent jealousy shooting through their male colleagues. The

men scoffed and made disparaging comments. “Who cares if he's rich and handsome?

Do you know that nearly eighty percent of men in wheelchairs can't ‘perform’ anymore?”

“That's right! Didn't you say that he was already married? His poor wife is probably going to have to

remain celibate for the rest of her life.”

Cough, cough, cough!

Vivian, who had been quietly listening to their chatter while drinking water, very nearly spat the liquid

out. As it was, she choked and started to cough violently.

One of her colleagues moved over to pat her back. “Vivian, what’s wrong with you? It seems as though

Mr. Norton’s charm is just too much for our perpetually calm Vivian too, huh?”

“Yeah, exactly!” Sarah piped up, “You guys should have seen her just now at the interview. She was so

nervous!”

Grimacing slightly, Vivian protested, “Hey, don't speak of such lies! | wasn’t the one swooning over him

like a fangirl.”

“How could | not?" Sarah cradled her cheeks while admiration shone in her eyes. “He's simply too

perfect! If it weren't for his crippled legs, he would be the stereotypical president male lead,

like in all those romance novels!”

It was clear that the women were completely ignoring their male colleagues’ scornful remarks.

For the next few days, the magazine company was busy, working on the article about Finnick.

Everyone seemed to be in high spirits as they threw themselves into their work with newfound

gusto.

At long last, it was the weekend. Vivian was completely burned out from the hectic week. Nonetheless,

she was still unable to rest, to her utter misfortune. First, she took the time to visit her

mother in the hospital. After that, she went back home to pack her belongings, in preparation for

moving into Finnick's house.

She was worried about dragging this on any longer. She did not want him to think she was being

insincere in the ‘relationship’ of theirs.

As she had expected, Finnick’s villa was massive, with a slight hint of a mid-century design in its

architecture. He did not have a lot of servants in his villa, only an old couple named Liam

and Molly.

Liam helped Vivian in carrying her luggage to the master bedroom on the second floor. The interior was

a simplistic but modern design. Opening the closet, she noted that half of it was filled

with men’s clothing, while the other half was empty.

Understanding dawned upon her. She would be sleeping in the same room as Finnick.

Not finding anything wrong with that, she put her own belongings in, neatly filling up the closet.

By the time she had finished unpacking, it was already nighttime. Finnick was still not yet home though.

Her dinner was a plate of spaghetti, cooked by Molly. When she was done, she returned to the master

bedroom to take a shower.

Done with her shower, she reached out for a towel to dry herself, only to realize that she had forgotten

to bring one in with her.

Cursing herself for being so careless, she warred with herself for several long moments. In the end,

she carefully cracked open the bathroom door and peeked out.

Seeing that there was no one in the room, Vivian stepped outside fully and sprinted for the closet.

Water dripped down her wet body, landing on the floor.

Just as she was rummaging through the closet for a towel, she heard a loud click from behind her.

She jumped a little in shock, as she whirled around to see Finnick entering the room in his wheelchair.

The man was visibly astounded to see her as well, evidently not expecting his new wife to be so bold

as to welcome him home in such a... provoking manner.

Vivian froze to the spot, as her mind went blank. When her brain kicked into gear again, she let out a

shrill scream as she dashed towards the bathroom.

Unfortunately for her, the floor was slippery from the water that she had shed, on her trek across the

room. Her feet slid out from beneath her and she fell forward.

“Watch out!”

Finnick's expression scrunched up, as he swiftly moved his wheelchair over to catch her. Thankfully, he

got there in time, so she tumbled right into his lap.

As his fingers brushed against her soft and wet body. he stilled in surprise.

Bowing his head, he took in the two spots of bright red on her cheeks.

Although Vivian was not a typical world-class beauty, her features were delicate and fine. She was the

sort of woman that would appear increasingly beautiful, the more one had looked at her.

This moment was one that was as such. Her face was free of all makeup, while her damp hair was

tucked behind her ears. Beads of water trickled down her silky strands, trailing down, past

her prominent collarbones and along the curves of her petite figure.

Finnick swallowed, his throat suddenly feeling as dry as parchment, as his eyes darkened considerably.

Finally righting herself, Vivian lifted her head and met the man's heated gaze.

She was no innocent child. She knew what the look in his eyes had meant.

Oh no!

“S-sorry...” She instantly tried to get back on her feet. While scrambling to stand, her hands landed on

Finnick’s legs as she paused briefly.

 

Chapter 7

However, there was no time to think over what she had felt. Not daring to look Finnick in the eyes

again, she rushed for the bathroom.

Slamming the door shut, she leaned back against it, with her heart thumping in her chest rapidly.

That was too close! Just a little bit more and...

Just the thought of what could have happened scared her. At the same time, she was a little puzzled.

We're officially married, so technically us doing ‘that’ is normal and within reason. {s it mean of me to

run off like that?

Even as she wondered this, the dangerous look in his eyes flashed past her mind again. She could not

help the shiver that had run down her spine.

This was only the third time that she and Finnick had seen each other. She could not accept them

having sexual relations, after only knowing each other for such a short period of time.

Nevertheless, taking into account his earlier reaction, did that mean that her male colleagues had been

wrong? Finnick had been affected, just like any other normal man. So, did that mean

that he was not affected at all in ‘that’ way, despite being crippled?

Realizing where her thoughts were heading, she mentally slapped herself.

Vivian William, what are you thinking! Why do you care about whether those functions of his are

normal? The only reason that you'd married him was to get in the household register of

Sunshine City! Stop thinking about all this other nonsense!

Though, there was one thing that was very strange.

When she had fallen into Finnick's lap earlier, she had accidentally touched his legs.

She had always thought that wheelchair-bound people would have thin, weak legs, from not being able

to use their muscles. Oddly enough, his legs were actually quite firm. They were

nothing at all like how a crippled man’s legs should be...

Knock, knock.

The sudden rapping on the bathroom door had cut through her chaotic thought processes.

Nearty jumping out of her skin, Vivian lifted her head to stare at the door. “What?”

“Open the door.” Finnick's deep voice called out from the other side.

Her heart leaped to her throat as it threatened to crawl out of her mouth.

Open the door? Why?

Recalling the lustful look in his eyes earlier, her fingers gripped the countertop harder, as her

imagination ran wild.

Since Finnick did not get a reply from her, he spoke up again, “You'd dropped something.”

At such words, her thoughts screeched to a halt, as she soon hesitated. Several moments later, she

approached the door and opened it up a tiny sliver.

A fine-boned hand appeared, with a fluffy white towel.

Vivian was taken aback.

“You were looking for this earlier, weren't you? That's why you had come out.” There was a barely

noticeable note of laughter in his tone, causing her to blush brightly.

“Thank you,” she murmured while accepting the towel. She hastily closed the door after that.

When she was done drying and dressing, she exited the bathroom to see Finnick already dressed in

navy blue silk pajamas. He was sitting on the bed, with his laptop on his legs. His fingers

flew across his keyboard rapidly, as he seemed engrossed with whatever he was doing.

This scene had Vivian's curiosity rearing its head again.

She had thought that with him having difficulties getting around, he would have had a lot more servants

to care for him. Yet, there were only Molly and Liam in this entire house to look after

his needs. ‘t is strange that he does not have a personal caretaker.

How did he get on the bed himself? Doesn't he have to shower?

Unable to restrain herself anymore, she asked, “Hey... Do you need to take a shower?”

“I've already showered,” was his simple reply.

And here | was, worried that he would have trouble cleaning himself. Yet he’s already showered? Wait

a minute, he has bathed somewhere else. other than here? Does that mean that he

has another woman on the side?

The random, ridiculous thought had her scoffing at herself mentally. Truthfully enough, she would not

have minded it if he really did have someone else.

She made her way towards the desk, planning on packing the things that she would need for work

tomorrow. A glint caught her eye and she saw that it was the ring that she had taken off

before she had gone into the bathroom.

She paused, having forgotten about the pair of rings that she had bought earlier today.

Back then, she had not known that her husband was a billionaire and president of such a powerful

company. Hence, she had bought the most simple design that she had been able to find.

Now, it would seem as though the ring was absolutely unbefitting of a man of his stature.

With this thought in mind, she snuck a glance at the man on the bed. Satisfied that he was focused on

his work, she quickly stuffed her own ring into her bag. She then dug out the ring that

was meant for him and stuffed it into one of the dressing table's drawers.

Only after that did she crawl into bed.

To her immense relief, the bed was rather spacious, with two sets of bedding and pillows. Sitting on her

side of the bed, there was still half a meter between them.

“You're done?” Finnick questioned when he sensed her settling down. He did not even look away from

his screen.

“Yeah.” She eyed his screen inquisitively.

She knew that his company had mainly dealt with financial bonds. The red and green graphs

dominating the screen made absolutely no sense to her, so she gave up trying to understand.

“Shall we sleep?" The man’s head abruptly tilted slightly, so that he could glance at her from the comer

of his eyes.

“Sure.”

Less than a minute later, Finnick shut down his laptop and turned off the bedside lamps.

As darkness encompassed the room, Vivian grew nervous.

Even now, she had no idea why he had wanted to marry her. Thus, she did not know if he would be

engaging in sexual relations with her.

She continued to lie there stiffly, as the minutes ticked by. Eventually, Finnick's breathing evened out

and she could finally relax. Within seconds, she had fallen into a deep slumber.

The next morning.

Vivian's phone alarm rang on time and she woke up. Finnick was already gone, the space beside her

empty and cold.

It did not take her long to go through her morning routine. Putting on a light layer of makeup, she

headed downstairs.

She was only at the staircase when she smelled the delicious aroma of breakfast.

Molly was bustling around the kitchen when she noticed Vivian. A warm smile bloomed on her face as

she greeted, “Mrs. Norton, you're awake! Come, come, have some breakfast!"

“Okay, thank you.”

Finnick was already seated at the dining table. One hand held up a newspaper while the other lifted up

his mug to take a sip.

When Vivian's gaze landed on his slender fingers, her eyes brightened in shock.

 

 

Chapter 8

There, on his ring finger, was a simple and plain ring.

It was the one that she had bought yesterday.

Utterly stunned by the revelation, she temporarily forgot to sit down at the table. In the end, Finnick

raised his head to glance at her.

“What's wrong?” His eyes moved to glance at her empty finger before his brow rose up in question.

“Where's your ring?”

Embarrassment coursed through Vivian.

She had felt like the rings that she had bought were not worthy of his status. Hence, she had not wom

her own. What | had not expected was for him to find the nng and actually put it on!

Left with no other choice, Vivian fished her ring out from her bag and slipped it onto her finger. She

murmured lowly, “Sorry, | picked this design at random.”

Finnick's lips curled upward. “It's fine. It looks very nice.”

Not sure what to say to that, the woman soon sat down and focused on eating her breakfast.

After they were done, Finnick set his newspaper aside and stated, ‘I'll take you to work.”

“There's no need for that,” Vivian answered swiftly. “I can hail a taxi or take the subway.”

Heck no! If anyone at the magazine company recognizes you, the women are going to tear me to

pieces!

“There aren't any subway stations near here and you won't be able to catch a taxi either.” His brows

furrowed slightly.

it was true. On her way here yesterday, Vivian had noticed that this was a neighborhood for the filthy

rich. All the residents here had their own cars. Naturally, there would not be any taxis or

subway stations around.

She checked the time only to see that it was getting a bit late. Resigned, she uttered, “Then I'll have to

trouble you. Could you drop me off at a subway station on the way to your company?”

He leveled her with a blank gaze for several long moments, causing her to panic internally. At long last,

he gave her a nod.

By the time they exited the villa, a black Bentley was already waiting for them.

A young man was standing beside the car. He introduced himself as Noah Lotte, Finnick's personal

assistant.

Noah opened the car door but made no move to help Finnick. Just as Vivian was wondering how he

would get in, a ramp descended from the vehicle. Soon, his wheelchair rolled up

smoothly.

She entered the car, whereupon she discovered that the interior had been modified as well. There was

a specific area for Finnick's wheelchair.

Sitting down on a seat, the car soon started up and they were off to the nearest subway station.

The car rolled to a stop before the subway station. Through the windows, Finnick took in the crowded

place with a small frown. ‘It's rather inconvenient for you to go to work like this. If you

don't want me to take you to work, | can get you a car.”

Astonished at his words, she instantly refused, “There’s really no need for that.”

Of course, she knew that buying a car was nothing to him. However, she still did not feel comfortable

spending his money.

Her immediate rejection of his offer had Finnick's eyes darkening as he rumbled, “I'm not always at the

villa. How will you get to work then?”

That was something that she had been pondering, ever since she had gotten into the car. She took out

her phone and waved it at him, replying, ‘It's really easy and convenient to hail a taxi

now. I'll have to wake up a little earlier to book one. Erm... I'm going to be late soon, so | have to go.

Bye.”

She did not wait for his response as she practically fled from the car.

From his position inside the vehicle, Finnick stared at the rapidly retreating back, with an

indecipherable look in his eyes.

Noah had noticed where his boss's attention was placed and he could not help but comment, “Mr.

Norton, is it just me, or is Mrs. Norton rather different from what our investigation has

suggested?”

Finnick's tone was thoughtful as he murmured, “She really is quite different.”

He had honestly never expected that she would so swiftly and thoroughly reject his offer of buying her

a car.

Based on what Noah had managed to find out of her past, she was a shallow woman, who would do

anything just for a bit of money.

That was the exact reason why he had chosen her.

A woman who could be satisfied with a small amount of money was infinitely safer and easier to

control, as compared to the young daughters from influential families. After all. they only ever

had one thing in mind- obtaining all of his fortunes.

There was another reason for his choice. He could admit that she did not irk him as much as the other

women.

Nonetheless, she was acting on the contrary, to his expectations. /t was almost as if she had not cared

for his wealth at ail.

Or maybe she was a lot smarter than he had thought and was merely playing hard to get? Perhaps she

had some other long-term plan?

Eyes darkening, he finally turned his gaze away from the direction that she had left.

“Drive.”

At the financial district of Sunshine City, on the top floor of Finnor Group.

Finnick was sitting at his desk, his fingers darting across his keyboard. In response to his actions, the

images and data on his screen changed.

Ring. ring.

Suddenly, his phone rang and he reached out to answer it.

Noah's voice came through the other end of the line, “Mr. Norton, Mr. Lawson is here.”

“Let him in.”

A few seconds later, his office door swung open and a man in a flamboyant, pink dress shirt flounced

inside.

“Finnick, why are you still working?” The other man cried out in an exaggerated manner, “You've finally

married someone! Even if you refuse to have a wedding ceremony, the least you could

do is go on a honeymoon or something!”

Finnick's eyes never left his screen as he retorted shortly, “I've got no time for that.”

The other man sat down in front of his desk, not at all angry at Finnick’s cold attitude. His eyes crinkled

in a smile as he chortled, “Your poor wife! How could she have married such a boring

man, like yourself?

At long last, Finnick lifted his head to pin the other man down with a blank stare. “Stiles, just what are

you trying to imply?”

“I'm just feeling kind of bored. | want to meet your wife.” The grin stretching Stiles’ lips widened.

“Forget it,” Finnick did not even hesitate in refusing. “You know why I've married her.”

“Yes, | do.” Stiles pouted before the amusement left him and he continued seriously, “Whatever the

case, you have a family now. It's about time that you let go of what had happened in the

past.”

His last sentence had Finnick's fingers tensing imperceptibly.

He was silent for a while before he uttered, “There’s no such thing as letting go when it comes to this.

Dead people don't come back to life.”

Stiles’ mouth opened and he seemed like he had wanted to say something. However, the words got

stuck in his throat, as they refused to leave his mouth. In the end, he swallowed them

back down.

After a few seconds, he queried, “What about the little girl from all those years ago? Have you found

anything yet?"

Chapter 9

“We've found some clues,” Finnick stated simply.

“That's great!” Another grin appeared on Stiles’ face. “And here | was, wondering how you were going

to repay her for what she had done. | had hoped that you would offer yourself up to her,

but it turns out that you've already given yourself to another woman.”

Finnick completely ignored his friend's shameless teasing.

Stiles pouted a little, seeing as he was unable to get a rise out of the other man. Then, his gaze shifted

to Finnick's wheelchair as his eyes gleamed. “Finnick, have you told your wife about

your legs yet?”

Finnick, who had been scrolling through the finance department reports, stopped moving his mouse.

A few beats later, he muttered, “No.”

Stiles furrowed his brows. “Finnick, it’s not that | want to be a nag, but it really doesn't matter what

reason you've martied her for. Since you're already husband and wife, are you sure that

you still want to keep the truth from her? Maybe...”

Here he paused for several seconds, debating on whether or not he should continue. At long last, he

gritted his teeth and forged on, “Maybe you should try to accept your new wife. You can't

always live in the shadows of the past.”

He was all too familiar with Finnick’'s personality. Although Finnick had insisted that the only reason

that he had married the woman was to deal with his grandfather, there was no way that he

would accept marriage and living together with her, unless he had truly liked her.

Finnick did not speak. A short while later, he was done reading through the reports. Only then did he

respond in a soft voice.

“| can't forget about her.

Stiles was rather stunned.

He took a closer look at Finnick’s face, noticing the calm indifference on it. Pity flashed in his eyes.

The car accident that had happened ten years ago was a nightmare for everyone.

Everybody thought that Finnick had lost the use of his legs in that car crash.

It turned out that they were all wrong.

What Finnick had lost in that car crash was not his legs. Rather, it was his heart.

When Vivian returned home after work, Molly and Liam came into the living room with their luggage.

“Molly, Liam, what are you...”

“Mrs. Norton, our son is getting married tomorrow, so we're going to his wedding!” Liam clarified with a

delighted grin.

“Really? Congratulations! How many days will you be gone for?"

“The wedding will take place here in Sunshine City, so we'll be back tomorrow night.” Molly smiled

pleasantly. However, a worried expression crossed her face when she turned to look at

Finnick. “However, with nobody at home, Mr. Norton would have no one to prepare breakfast for him.”

Vivian was speechless.

Is this how the rich live? It's merely breakfast! Do they really need to hire someone to specifically cook

for them?

“It's fine.” Finnick’s deep voice interrupted her thoughts. “Vivian, you know how to cook, right?”

“Huh?” was her eloquent response. Locking gazes with his dark orbs, she stuttered out, “I-I do...”

Then, remembering the hearty breakfast that Molly had cooked in the morning, she could not help but

add, “Just a little...”

There was a brief flicker of amusement in Finnick’s eyes before it was gone.

“That's enough then,” he intoned.

The next morning.

Vivian woke up an hour earlier than normal to labor over breakfast.

She was just about to head upstairs to call Finnick down when he had appeared out of the elevator.

“Do you have batteries?”

Bewildered at the question, it took her a moment to realize that he was holding an electric shaver in his

hands.

Taking the shaver from him, she checked the battery slot. “You need a button cell for this. Are there any

in the house?”

“No”

She eyed the stubble lining his jaw, confirming that he really did need a shave. “Are there any

supermarkets or convenience stores nearby?”

“No”

Exasperated, she pressed, “There's nothing around here?”

He shook his head.

Vivian could have wept at the way that these rich people had lived.

“Now what shall we do?" she huffed in frustration. “Maybe you could get that assistant of yours to buy

one and bring it over?"

“He’s already on his way here. | have a very important meeting later that | can't afford to be late to.”

Finnick’s brows furrowed and he added, “I asked Liam and he'd said that he has a new

razor. However, it’s not electric so | don't really know how to use it.”

She stared at him for a while until it clicked in her brain. She soon understood the reason that he was

here. He had wanted her to help him shave!

“Where is it?” She could not help but find him rather adorable at the moment. Pursing her lips, she

continued, “I know how to use one and | can do it for you.”

“It's in the storage closet.”

Rummaging around in the aforementioned closet, it did not take her long to find the razor. It was a

traditional razor, the kind that had needed to be used together with shaving foam. She

slathered a thick layer of foam on his jaw before she began to carefully shave his stubble.

Their faces were so close to one another that her breaths had puffed against his cheeks lightly.

All Finnick had to do was lift his gaze a little and he would be able to get an up-close look at her face.

He could even see the tiny hairs on her smooth, pale skin. They reminded him of

peach fuzz.

As though she had sensed his gaze, her already tensed nerves tightened further. “What's wrong? Did |

nick you?”

“No.” His voice was as cold as ever. “I was just thinking about how much you're really acting like my

wife right now.”

Taken aback by his statement, Vivian's cheeks warmed in a blush.

We are husband and wife. yet he used the word “acting like.” Does this mean that, like me, he feels

that this abrupt marriage of ours is too surreal?

“Alright, I'm done.” In little to no time at all, she was finished. Wiping away the remaining foam, she

eyed her handiwork and smiled. “I've done a good job.”

“Thank you,” he murmured before wheeling over to the dining table to eat.

Due to their earlier intimate actions, breakfast was a rather awkward ordeal. Vivian had even forgotten

to ask him if he was satisfied with her cooking.

Noah arrived soon after they had finished eating. Since Finnick was in a hurry today, he would not be

able to drop her off at the subway station. Hence, Vivian called a taxi to take her

directly to the magazine company.

The moment she stepped inside, she discovered that the pleasant atmosphere from yesterday was

gone. In its place was a tense and nervous air. Grabbing Sarah's arm, she whispered, “Did

something happen?”

“Vivian, didn't you read your email this moming?” Sarah's eyes were wide as she answered.

“Yesterday, someone bought over our company! All the higher-ups have been switched out!”

Vivian was dumbfounded at the news.

Their magazine company was not very big, but it had still been around for quite a while. Why would it

suddenly be sold off?

She did not get a chance to reply as there was a disturbance near the doors.

“He's coming! The new Chief Editor is coming!”

Glancing over, she saw a tall figure striding into the company, with a cluster of people following behind

him.

When she got a closer look at the man’s face, she felt as though a bucket of ice-cold water had been

dumped over her head. Her blood froze in her veins.

Chapter 10

He was almost as she had remembered him, albeit the angles of his face were sharper, and had lost

the youthfulness that he had during his university years. The way that he carried himself was also a lot

more mature and steady.

However, what had changed the most was the expression on his face. Gone was the warmth that she

recalled seeing on his face every day. All that was left was a harsh and hard took.

Currently, he was listening to his subordinates’ reports. Every now and then, he would nod and utter

out a few commands.

Not once had his gaze ever landed on her, as the group swept past her and entered the Chief Editor's

office.

The color drained from Vivian's face.

Fabian Norton... Why is he back here? Two years ago, he had suddenly left, without even saying

goodbye. Why has he returned now?

It had been two years. She had more or less given up on their broken relationship by now. However, his

abrupt reappearance in her life still had waves of emotions crashing against her relentlessly,

threatening to drown her entirely.

She did not even know if he had recognized her as she had him, at first glance.

At this, a self-deprecating smirk curled her lips.

Does it matter if he recognizes me or not? He and |... We’re fated to be apart. There’s no way that we

can go back to how we'd used Io be...

The rest of the day passed in a haze of unease and worry. She was worried that Fabian would

recognize her.

Reality would soon prove that her worries were unfounded.

Being new to his position, Fabian was kept busy in meetings with the various departments. There

would be changes happening around the magazine company.

In one of the meetings, he listened intently, as the senior editors made their reports, giving a comment

or order here and there. He never once paid any attention to Vivian, who was sitting at the far end of

the table.

Seems like he’s forgotten me... But | guess that’s expected of him. if | had been anything of worth to

him, he would not have left without a word two years ago. I've never heard from him ever since either.

The hours passed by agonizingly slow to Vivian. At long last, it was time to get off of work. Not wanting

to stay in the office a second longer, she hurriedly snatched up her bag and prepared to leave.

Unfortunately, her senior editor suddenly called out to her.

“Hold on, Vivian. Could you take this document to Mr. Norton for me, please? Give him a verbal report

as well.”

Vivian stiffened before she slowly turned around to face the other woman. Her voice was slightly

pleading as she uttered, “Lesley, | have something urgent to attend to at home. Could you-”

Her senior editor, Lesley Jenson, was already in a foul mood from a meeting earlier where she had

been rebuked. At hearing Vivian's refusal, a terrible scowl twisted her face. “So, you think that you're all

that just because you got to

interview the president of Finnor Group, is that it?*

Paling at the sharp words that had escaped Lesley, Vivian had no choice but to reply, “Don't be silly,

Lesley. I'll get right to it.”

She took the document from Lesley and walked toward Fabian’s office. Standing in front of the door,

she took several deep breaths to calm herself before raising her hand to rap on it.

Knock, knock.

Just that one simple motion seemed to have drained all the energy out of her.

“Come in.”

Upon hearing his familiar voice invite her in, she pushed the door open and entered.

Although Fabian’s office was not as lavish as Finnick’s, it was still quite luxuriously furnished. The man

was sitting behind his desk, flipping through the magazine that had featured the interview with Finnick.

“Mr. Norton.” Vivian struggled to make her voice come out steadily. “Senior editor Jenson wants me to

give you a simple report on the interview with the president of Finnor Group.”

Fabian hummed in acknowledgment, not bothering to lift his head. Thus, Vivian steeled herself and

began her report.

Even after she was done, he did not make a single sound. At this point, she was at her wit’s end.

Her voice tremored a little despite her best efforts, “Err... Sir, if there's nothing else that you need, I'll be

taking my leave.”

With that said, she spun around and made her way towards the door.

Just as her hand landed on the handle of the door, a large hand seized hers tightly.

Fabian’s eyes were narrowed, as he zeroed in on the ring on her finger. “You're married?”

Not having the courage to look him in the eyes, she turned her head away and nodded.

She did not see the way that his emotions had coiled, in his dark orbs, as he glared at the ring on her

finger.

Abruptly, a mocking smirk curved his lips.

“Vivian William, in the end, the man you’d chosen could only afford to buy you this plain, simple

crushed diamond ring?’ As though something had only just occurred to him, a disdainful and disgusted

look crossed his face. “Then again,

a woman who would be willing to sell her body for the sake of money can be easily bought off. It

wouldn’t have been hard for a man to obtain you.”

Vivian was thunderstruck at his words. Her face paled dramatically and she was as pale as a sheet.

“Y-you... You Know about what happened two years ago?" she was barely able to choke out, while her

lips trembled.

Fabian grunted in reply. For some reason, his chest ached dully, seeing that her first response was not

to deny it.

He squeezed her wrist tighter, his voice coming out frosty, “Yes, | do. In fact, I'd already known about it

two years ago. You know, | really have to thank you, Vivian. I'm grateful that you’ve shown me just how

dirty a woman I'd loved for

three years was. Because of you, I'd firmed my resolve to further my studies in A Nation.”

The last shred of color left in her cheeks had soon drained away.

Two years... In the past two years, she had constantly wondered why he would suddenly leave the

country when she was at her weakest. He had /eft her alone just when she had needed him the most.

Now, she was finally aware of the truth.

ft was all because of that incident.

In spite of that, however, another thought soon arose in her mind. Two years ago, Fabian had gone out

of the country before that incident had even come to light.

Could it be that he had known about it before it had even happened? No way, that's impossible...

However, it was painfully evident that this was not the right time to think about that. Hence, she

struggled to set herself free as she tried to explain, “Fabian, what had happened two years ago was

merely a misunderstanding! What

actually happened was that I-”