A Touch of Sweetness (Finnick Norton and Vivian William) novel Chapter 936

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 936

When Finnick heard the words “wee lassie,” he almost burst out laughing.

But in the end, he managed to suppress his laughter.

“Please come with me.”

The innkeeper left after she had settled them in.

The moment she was gone, Finnick pinned Vivian down, taking her completely off guard.

“Uh… What’s happening here?” Vivian was at a loss.

Shouldn’t we go and have lunch now? We’re both hungry, after all.

“Please repeat that again, wee lassie.” Finnick smirked roguishly.

At this, Vivian rolled her eyes and glared at him.

“Ah, so that’s it, huh?” After she had said that, she cleared her throat and murmured, “I’m in need of replenishment, dearest.”

When her words fell, Finnick placed his mouth right beside her lips. Vivian naturally knew what he wanted, so she prepared to give him a token kiss.

However, Finnick had long since realized her intention, so he sucked her lips hard the moment they touched his and started savoring the sweetness of her mouth.

In truth, a fire had started blazing within him upon hearing her speak to him in such an antiquated tone.

Out of the blue, a thought flashed across his mind. One day, we could even try role-playing!

Nonetheless, he didn’t blurt it out but focused on savoring her taste.

Meanwhile, Paris was now lost in thought as she sprawled on the bed in her house, her face flushed for some reason.

Knock, knock, knock. Three knocks rang out in the air. Yesterday afternoon, after taking Larry to the address given by Vivian, she apprehensively knocked on the door.

The door was opened by a relatively old lady, who seemed to be the housemaid.

“Good afternoon. I’m directed here by Vivian Morrison.” Paris didn’t quite know what to say, so she mentioned Vivian’s name. The housemaid warmly ushered them in before arranging a room for the two of them to have the tutoring session.

“I’m really sorry that I lost track of time,” he said apologetically while looking at Paris. “Would you like to go home now? I’ll drive you.” He stared at her with plain sincerity on his face.

It was actually him who continued the conversation for such a long time. While she was also very eager to talk to him, his gentlemanly awareness did not allow him to do so since the hour had grown so late.

“Sure. Thank you,” Paris concurred. She knew that she could talk a bit longer with him if she allowed him to drive her home, and it so happened that she was feeling rather loath to have things come to an end here.

Besides, she never felt awkward when chatting with him since he could always diffuse any awkwardness.

And so, Benedict drove her home. After a short chat, they arrived at her house.

Having said their goodbyes, Paris then spun around and opened the door.

As she lay on the bed, reminiscing about everything that had happened yesterday, she felt that Vivian was truly a godsend for helping her a great deal.

Thinking of this, she wanted to give her a call to thank her.

On second thought, she’s most likely enjoying herself with her husband now, so I’d better not disturb her. I’ll wait for her to come back and thank her personally instead.