Chapter 392

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 392

Despite that, Finnick continued carrying her out of the hospital as if he was not bothered by how

mad she was.

Upon seeing them coming out of the building, Noah immediately walked over to the car and

opened the passenger's door behind. Finnick then placed her on her seat and sat beside her.

"Go home,” Finnick instructed Noah with a straight face. Meanwhile, Vivian tilted her head to the

other side to avoid seeing Finnick.

It was obvious that the tension in the car was palpable. Thus, Noah decided to keep mum and

started driving. As expected, no one talked throughout the journey back to the villa.

Once the car arrived at the villa's entrance, Vivian opened the car door and walked toward the living

hall. Finnick, too, quickly got down from the car and followed right behind.

Yet Vivian showed no signs of slowing down. She strode across the living hall, walked upstairs, and

went straight into the bedroom.

When she was about to lock the door from inside, Finnick forced the door open and stopped her.

As he entered the room, Vivian turned around and walked into her closet. She then grabbed some

fresh clothes and appeared to be ready to leave. Just as she was about to get out of the room,

Finnick stopped her. “Let's talk.”

“There's nothing for us to talk about.” Vivian walked to the other side of the door. “Move. I want to

take a shower.”

However, Finnick pulled her over and grabbed both of her arms from behind. “Don’t be mad at me

first, alright? Let's talk about Evelyn.”

Hearing Evelyn's name instantly struck a nerve, making Vivian explode with rage. “I said there's

nothing to talk about! We don't need to talk since you don't even believe me! Let me go!”

Nonetheless, Finnick tried to stop Vivian. “Can you please calm down? You shouldn't let your

emotions take over you, Vivian. Let's just sit down and talk, okay?"

“No! I don't want to talk to you! I just want to have my freakin’ SHOWER!" Vivian roared.

"Fine!" His frustration kicked in, and he, too, exploded. “If that's the case, then let's shower!” He then

dragged Vivian to the shower.

“What the hell are you doing?” Vivian started crying as she was at her breaking point.

After pulling her into the room and shoving her to the bed, Finnick lay on top of her and kissed her

tear-stained cheeks.

"Get off me!” Vivian roared in anger and struggled to push him away. “Get off me. Do you hear me?

You basta...”

Before she could finish her sentence, Finnick stuck his tongue into her mouth to stop her from

cursing.

His tongue continued to snake through her lips and into her mouth, and he did not give her a

chance to retaliate. The thought of her smiling at Benedict got him even more jealous. How could

she do this to me?

At that thought, he became even more agitated. Not only did he kiss Vivian more deeply, but he

also started sticking his hands into her blouse.

At that point, she knew her resistance was futile. Instead of fighting him off, she had no choice but

to let Finnick do what he desired. What used to be intimate and personal had now become a

humiliation. Right then, tears started rolling down her cheeks.

Unaware of Vivian's feelings, Finnick continued with his bestial act, leaving hickeys all over her body.

He lifted Vivian's hands above her head and interlocked his fingers with hers. All of a sudden, he

noticed blood patches on her arm.

Finnick froze and looked at her left palm — It was all covered in blood.

Earlier, she had a friction blister when she accidentally skinned her hand on the floor after someone

knocked her over in a café. Though the scab had formed, the constant dragging and pulling caused

it to fall off prematurely, and blood started seeping through the wound.

Finnick was stunned. With that, he immediately pulled himself away from Vivian and looked at her.