Chapter 9

“We've found some clues,” Finnick stated simply.

“That's great!” Another grin appeared on Stiles’ face. “And here | was, wondering how you were going to repay her for what she had done. | had hoped that you would offer yourself up to her,
but it turns out that you've already given yourself to another woman.”

Finnick completely ignored his friend's shameless teasing.

Stiles pouted a little, seeing as he was unable to get a rise out of the other man. Then, his gaze shifted to Finnick's wheelchair as his eyes gleamed. “Finnick, have you told your wife about
your legs yet?”

Finnick, who had been scrolling through the finance department reports, stopped moving his mouse.

A few beats later, he muttered, “No.”

Stiles furrowed his brows. “Finnick, it’s not that | want to be a nag, but it really doesn't matter what reason you've martied her for. Since you're already husband and wife, are you sure that
you still want to keep the truth from her? Maybe...”

Here he paused for several seconds, debating on whether or not he should continue. At long last, he gritted his teeth and forged on, “Maybe you should try to accept your new wife. You can't
always live in the shadows of the past.”

He was all too familiar with Finnick’'s personality. Although Finnick had insisted that the only reason that he had married the woman was to deal with his grandfather, there was no way that he
would accept marriage and living together with her, unless he had truly liked her.

Finnick did not speak. A short while later, he was done reading through the reports. Only then did he respond in a soft voice.

“| can't forget about her.

Stiles was rather stunned.

He took a closer look at Finnick’s face, noticing the calm indifference on it. Pity flashed in his eyes.

The car accident that had happened ten years ago was a nightmare for everyone.

Everybody thought that Finnick had lost the use of his legs in that car crash.

It turned out that they were all wrong.

lost in that car crash was not his legs. Rather, it was

and Liam came into the living

Liam, what are

our son is getting married tomorrow, so we're going to his wedding!” Liam

Congratulations! How many days

here in Sunshine City, so we'll be back tomorrow night.” Molly smiled pleasantly. However, a worried expression crossed her face when she turned to look at Finnick. “However, with nobody at home, Mr. Norton would have no one to prepare breakfast

Vivian was speechless.

they really need to hire someone to specifically

her thoughts. “Vivian, you

was her eloquent response. Locking gazes with his dark orbs, she

that Molly had cooked in the morning, she could not help but

a brief flicker of amusement in Finnick’s

enough then,”

The next morning.

woke up an hour earlier than normal to labor

head upstairs to call Finnick down when

“Do you have batteries?”

her a moment to realize that he was holding an electric shaver in his

checked the battery slot. “You need a button cell for

“No”

eyed the stubble lining his jaw, confirming that he really did need a shave. “Are there

“No”

“There's

He shook his head.

way that these rich people

frustration. “Maybe you could get that assistant of yours to buy

brows furrowed and he added, “I asked Liam and he'd said that he has a new razor. However, it’s not electric so |

her brain. She soon understood the reason that he was here.

rather adorable at the moment. Pursing her lips, she continued, “I know how to use one and |

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