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.

this, Percival couldn't help but chuckle. He leaned in close and whispered in her ear, "Don't worry, Vivienne, that day

was left speechless-his words making

At the Linklater Mansion.

living room. Yorick had only recently regained consciousness and was still weak, but his eyes

outside, and Yorick, agitated, stood up, asking, "Is he

quickly steadied his father, peering out the window with

have

he was the mocked and scorned black sheep of the Linklater family. Just as he was

enough when Hector returned-although his achievements didn't quite measure up to their eldest brother's. But now, with both the renowned brothers home, what place did he, the

The thought was suffocating!

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

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

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

around him softened, but the palpable tension didn't

back and murmured something to the person beside him, who promptly drove the car away and

Linklater greeted with

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

battles and campaigns, neglecting his family affairs. As the eldest, he bore the weight of his absence and the guilt of not guiding his siblings. Emotion crept

Yorick embraced his son tightly. "It's good

wish was for Arthur to return home safely. Now, with his son

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

smile, "Arthur, of course, I'm happy. I didn't want to interrupt

hawk-like gaze lingered on him for a moment before shifting to

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