The Million-Dollar Heart

Chapter 695

Percival stroked her hair with an indulgent smile, his voice a gentle murmur, "I'll take you to the hospital first. Got some errands to run, and then you're coming to stay at my place tonight." His "place" was his sprawling private estate.

Vivienne blinked, teasingly suggesting, "Should I clean up and wait for your royal favor?"

She was already daydreaming about her Mr. Wolf seducing her in nothing but his birthday suit.

So tempting!

Percival was momentarily speechless. Since when had his Vivienne become so... frisky? And what was that at the corner of her mouth?

Drool?

What thoughts were swirling in that little head of hers?

"Ahem!" Percival snapped back to reality, his tone a mixture of amusement and resignation. "Aren't you supposed to be holding a memorial service?"

Vivienne paused, then said, "Oh, right!"

She had planned a service to send Francis off.

To the animal realm, so to speak.

She initially wanted to hold it at Emerald Mountain, but it was too far, and with her mother still unconscious, she couldn't leave. So, she asked Mr. Wolf to find a place for her ceremony to bid Francis farewell. She hadn't expected Mr. Wolf to pick his villa. She had thought... well, that Mr. Wolf had other intentions.

How embarrassing!

Percival, with a blend of exasperation and affection, assured her, "Once I'm done, I'll pick up what you need. It'll probably take all day, so I'll have Thomas pick you up!"

Vivienne had no words.

her like this, Percival couldn't help but chuckle. He leaned in close and whispered

left speechless-his words making her seem all too

At the Linklater Mansion.

and was still weak, but his eyes shone with excitement. The night had fallen, yet

of car horns echoed from outside, and Yorick,

quickly steadied his father, peering out the window with a gloomy look. "Yes, my big brother is

did he have

Veridia, while he was the mocked and scorned black sheep of the Linklater family. Just as he was trying to shed that label, his illustrious brother had to return. With his brother

achievements didn't quite measure up to their eldest brother's. But now, with both the renowned brothers home,

The thought was suffocating!

a line of sleek black cars pulled up in the driveway, their headlights piercing the dark, a display of sheer

the door with Hector's support as

anticipating descended from his vehicle—a figure in a sharp black trench coat, his

seeing his family, the formidable air around him softened,

to the person beside him, who promptly drove the car away and then

greeted with

been here to fulfill my duties as a son,

Arthur had been consumed by battles and campaigns, neglecting his family affairs. As the eldest, he bore the weight of his absence and the guilt of not guiding his

words, Yorick embraced his son tightly. "It's good to have you back,

home safely. Now, with his son before him, safe

a brief catch-up, Arthur finally noticed Dracon standing quietly to the side. He asked pointedly, "What? Not happy to

course, I'm happy. I didn't want to

hawk-like gaze lingered on him for a moment

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