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.

but chuckle. He leaned in close and whispered in her ear, "Don't worry,

left speechless-his words making her seem

At the Linklater Mansion.

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

the sound of car horns echoed from outside, and Yorick, agitated, stood up, asking, "Is he back? Has he

peering out the window with a gloomy

he have

black sheep of the Linklater family. Just as he was trying to shed that label, his illustrious brother had

now, with both the renowned

The thought was suffocating!

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

frail, shuffled toward the door with Hector's support as the

anticipating descended from

around him softened, but the palpable tension

murmured something to the person beside him, who promptly drove

Linklater greeted with a

been here to fulfill my duties as a

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

tightly. "It's good to have you back, son. That's all

greatest wish was for Arthur to return home safely. Now, with his son before him, safe and

Dracon standing quietly to the side. He asked pointedly, "What?

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

hawk-like gaze lingered on him for a moment before

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