A Touch of Sweetness (Finnick Norton and Vivian William) novel Chapter 338

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 338

“Are you alright? Are you hurt?” Finnick asked frantically as he untied the ropes around Vivian’s arms and legs.

He held her close as he tried to calm himself down as well.

“I’m… fine…” Vivian stammered between coughs.

As they shared an intimate moment together, the onlookers stared at Finnick in shock and disbelief.

“Who pulled Vivian away from the railing just now?” “Is it Finnick?” “I thought his legs were injured?” “How was he able to stand up and run?”

The onlookers fell into a confused silence.

Vivian and Finnick noticed the strange silence around them as well. Noticing that everyone was staring at his supposedly injured legs, Vivian began to worry for him. “Finnick, your legs… “

“It’s fine, don’t worry,” Finnick said quietly. “No need to worry about me.”

Vivian could feel her heart filling up with warmth, but a look at the streets below was made it go cold again.

Even though Ashley had been the source of her suffering over the years and even tried to kill her just moments ago, Vivian was devastated by her death nonetheless.

She recalled how Ashley had looked down upon her all those years ago, clad in a frilly, sparkly dress like a princess.

Those memories remained fresh in her mind even after so many years, yet she could not bring herself to celebrate her despicable half-sister’s death.

Just seconds later, she went boneless in Finnick’s arms, overwhelmed by grief and shock.

Within just a few hours, Finnick and Vivian’s names were trending on Twitter and other online platforms, and almost everyone from Sunshine City had heard of the news.

By the time Vivian woke up, it was already midnight. She looked around and realized that she was in the hospital.

She glanced to the side to see Finnick sound asleep with his head resting on her bedside, though it was rather obvious that his inner demons were coming out to haunt him in his dreams. His brows were locked in a deep frown and his lips were tightly pursed together. Vivian tried to raise her hand to smooth them out, but she could not summon the strength to do so.

The last thing she wanted was to wake him up from his slumber.

“Vivian, Vivian… “Finnick muttered in his sleep, obviously shaken by the events of the previous day.

“It’s fine, Finnick,” she cooed, reaching out to stroke his hair. “I’m right here… “

However, Finnick’s eyes flew open the moment her hand came into contact with his head.