A Touch of Sweetness (Finnick Norton and Vivian William) novel Chapter 1250

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 1250

Hannah could make out Helen’s impatience in the way she gave out orders. She scanned the room, observing her colleagues who were each holding a recorder in their hands, and sighed inwardly.

She thought Helen might have overdone it. She had been in a committed relationship with Fabian for so long, she knew his character in and out. Usually, he seemed cold and indifferent. He barely spoke even when he was expressing care and concern for her.

“Helen, I think…”

Hannah had barely opened her mouth to speak when she was interrupted by a voice coming from outside.

“Come on, please don’t make me sing Baa Baa Black Sheep. Can I sing a different song?” Fabian suggested.

Everyone in the vicinity was shocked to hear him say that. Does this mean we’ll really get to hear Fabian sing today?

“Um… That’s fine, I guess. But if it’s no good I’m not letting you in.” After a moment’s consideration, Hannah agreed.

Jason grimaced. He turned to whisper to Fabian, “Are you sure about this, Fabian? I think we should just kick down the door.”

Clearly, he had little confidence in Fabian’s ability to deliver a song. He had been working under Fabian for so many years and he had never seen or heard Fabian sing. Not once. The man might make a fool of himself later.

“Um, I think Jason has a point. Let’s bring down the door and save all of us some trouble,” said another one of Fabian’s wealthy acquaintances.

“Right, I was thinking that too. It just so happens that we have all the tools we need.”

Another person even took out a military shovel. It seemed that he had gotten himself prepared before coming to call.

Fabian surveyed those around him and shook his head. Everyone was looking for ways to resolve his awkwardness, which was ironic because it meant they had little confidence in him.

“Fine, I’ll have a go.”

Fabian paced around his spot, gradually opened his icy-cold lips, and broke into song.

“Let’s go.”

Fabian said softly as he stepped forward and held Hannah’s hand.

Outside, waiting for Fabian, a middle-aged man gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands. He stared straight ahead, waiting for Fabian to exit the house with his bride. Beads of sweat poured over his forehead.

“Why isn’t he out yet? Hey, do you think there’s anything fishy going on?”

Next to him, a younger man peered out of the window.

“I’ve informed my family before I agreed to this gig. Just looked at that fleet. I’m guessing we aren’t likely to make it out of this alive. But it’s better to take the chance than to live in poverty for a lifetime,” the middle-aged man said bitterly.

“Oh, come on. No need to get so down. We’ve received half a million, haven’t we? We’re basically set for life! We finish this, get the other half a million, and then we can leave this place with our family.”