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.

He leaned in close and whispered in her ear, "Don't worry, Vivienne,

left speechless-his words making her

At the Linklater Mansion.

had only recently regained consciousness and was still weak, but his eyes

and Yorick, agitated, stood

peering out the window with a gloomy

have

sheep of the Linklater family. Just

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

The thought was suffocating!

up in the driveway, their headlights piercing the dark, a display of sheer

patriarch, still frail, shuffled toward the door with Hector's support as the rest of

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

family, the formidable air around him softened, but the palpable

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

greeted with a

the old man, he continued, "Dad, I haven't been here to fulfill my duties as a son,

As the eldest, he bore the weight of his absence and the guilt of

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

safely. Now, with his son before him, safe and sound, tears welled in his

quietly to the side. He asked pointedly, "What? Not

put on a smile, "Arthur, of course, I'm

lingered on him for a moment before

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