A Touch of Sweetness novel Chapter 117

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 117

His low voice sounded sexier than usual, causing Vivian’s body to heat up, too. She stuttered, “No… don’t…”

“Why not?” Finnick lowered himself to nibble on her earlobe and whispered, “You said okay the last time.”

His breath tickled Vivian’s ear and his teasing almost succeeded in persuading her. However, her last shred of rationality still told her not to do it.

No way.

Nothing can happen between us.

Previously in the Norton residence, she did give Finnick permission. Despite so, she felt differently about it now.

She agreed then since they were already married, she did not mind having a child with him even though it was a loveless marriage. After all, that was also her duty as his wife.

Now, she could no longer make a calm decision without being influenced by her emotions.

She realized now that she might have feelings for him——feelings she shouldn’t have. Vivian did not dare to give herself to him in light of this revelation, lest she fell in love with him and would not bear to leave him in the future.

With that thought, she desperately pushed him aside and reasoned, “My mom is at home, too, so it isn’t a good idea…”

Finnick lowered his gaze and hazily glanced into Vivian’s clear eyes. It was like a wake-up call to him.

Nothing was more disappointing than having one person lost in his lustful desires while the other remaining logical and rejecting his moves.

Thinking Vivian was still not ready as a result of what happened two years ago, Finnick stepped back to give her some space.

He never expected he would be so deprived to this point, having to endure and control his lust time and time again.

Especially when it came to this woman, whom he always found so attractive.

Forget it.

Since she is injured, I will let it go.

He already gave her his word, however, so he could only grit his teeth and keep holding himself back.

After painfully helping her bathe, it was finally time to dry her.

Sensing his seriousness in performing the task at hand, Vivian fell into a daze.

She could not remember the last time someone gave her a bath like that.

I was probably very young when Mom used to shower me. As I grew older, she became busier with work and I started to take care of myself.

Who would have thought that after so many years of being independent, someone else would appear in my life when I’m injured, feeding me, cleaning me, and even bathing me?

She felt like she was being compensated for all the love she had long been deprived of.

More significantly, this person was someone with high social status who had never cared for others before.