Never Late, Never Away (Vivian and Finnick)

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Vivian's body quivered. "The truth?"

Finnick nodded.

With a trembling voice, Vivian asked, "You don't think that the version you've found out is the truth?"

Vivian gazed straight into Finnick's dark eyes as if she were seeking something in his unreadable gaze.

Finnick also met her gaze. After a while, he said slowly, "I don't think that you're a woman who will betray your body for money."

I don't think that you're a woman who'll betray your body for money.

Those simple words were like a magical spell, causing Vivian to freeze in shock.

Observing Vivian's reaction, Finnick thought that her dazed look was quite adorable. A smile played on his lips. "What's wrong?" Only then did Vivian realize her embarrassing reaction. Averting her gaze quickly, she said, "It's nothing. I'm just a bit surprised." As he stared at her, his voice became a few notches deeper. "So? Are you willing to tell me, Vivian?"

When she recalled what happened that year, Vivian's face paled.

Noticing her ashen face and trembling eyebrows, Finnick's heart suddenly ached. He said, "If you don't want to, it's okay."

"No, I want to tell you." Vivian took a deep breath, raised her head and stared at him with bright eyes. "Two years ago, I attended a banquet at the company I was interning at. For some reason, I became drunk after just one glass of champagne. Someone then brought me to a hotel room and... And..."

When she reached that point, she could not utter a single word.

Noticing her reaction, Finnick's gaze turned solemn. "What happened?"

A stern tone crept into Finnick's voice. Seeing how Vivian still kept her silence, he repeated seriously, "Vivian, you must learn how to face it."

Vivian's body shuddered. Biting her lip, she managed to finish her story. "Someone spiked the champagne. That was how an old man who was over sixty years old took my virginity."

After saying that, Vivian slumped on the sofa as if all the strength had left her body.

Looking at her ashen face, Finnick could not bear it anymore. He stood up from his wheelchair, sat down beside her and gently pulled her into his arms.

"It's alright now." His deep voice had its way of calming others down. "It's all in the past. If you want to cry, just cry."

When Vivian leaned against his warm and broad shoulders, she felt like her soul had left her. Instead of crying, she merely shook her head blankly. "There's nothing to cry about. It's all in the past."

However, Vivian's reaction caused Finnick's heart to ache even more than if she had burst into tears. Gazing at her pale face, he could not help but ask, "How do you know that he was an old man who was over sixty years old?"

Vivian's eyelashes fluttered. "As I was drugged, I don't really remember what happened that night, not even the man. When I woke up, he was already gone. There was ten thousand in cash left on the bedside table. I asked the concierge and they told me that the man who stayed there for the night was an old man who was over sixty years old. That wasn't the end yet. Someone then reported me to the school, accusing me of giving out sexual favors."

The scenes of having insults hurled at her by everyone returned to her. Even now, she still did not dare to meet her college classmates as they would all scold her for being shameless.

Vivian thought that she would not have any courage to talk about this incident again. However, for some reason, she had the strength to narrate everything when she was snugly in Finnick's arms. Listening to Vivian's words, a hostile look crept into Finnick's eyes. He asked in a deep voice, "Which hotel was it?"