The Million-Dollar Heart

Chapter 740

Vivienne's perfectly curved nose was pressed against the man's chest, muffling her voice as she spoke.

It sounded like she was crying, which made Percival's heart clench, holding her even tighter.

His voice was as gentle as if he were consoling a child, and his hands were not idle, patting her back rhythmically. "It's okay; these horror flicks are all fake. Vivienne. Don't cry." Vivienne: Which eye of yours saw me crying?

Seeing her words had no effect, her idle hand climbed to Percival's waist.

Through the thin fabric, her soft fingertips glided across his abdomen, sending a tingling sensation through him.

Percival's throat felt dry, and his lower abdomen tightened.

The eyes that were once filled with tender indulgence suddenly darkened, and when he spoke again, his voice was hoarse, "Vivienne, are you seducing me?"

On any other day, such a tone from him would have made Vivienne's eyes shine with fascination.

But this time, she remained silent, and once she found her target, her index finger and thumb suddenly pinched hard around Percival's waist. "Seduce this!"

Caught off guard, Percival couldn't help but let out a muffled groan. His arms loosened around Vivienne, and with a gentle push, he found himself sprawled on the couch, "If it wasn't for Kenneth being away from home lately, I'd think he taught you all those clumsy moves!"

Vivienne straddled him with her legs. "Mr. Wolf, can you drop those corny lines from the TV shows? They don't suit you, really. Look at me. Do I seem like someone who'd be scared of that?" Percival lay on the couch, half his face buried in a cushion.

see Percival, who seemed embarrassed, her laughter growing stronger.

she got off him and patted his shoulder

let him stew for a bit, she walked away

carried a hint of laughter as

paused, checked the phone to confirm it was indeed Vivienne's number, then brought it back to

would she sound so

to roll her eyes, Vivienne said

In fact, she let out a relieved sigh. That was the Vivienne she knew. The one before must have been her imagination. "Day after tomorrow, 10 a.m., the café

the scene her mother had made with the family, she was

but turned to look at Percival still playing possum on the

"Okay..."

to. "I swear... Vivienne, you better not fall into my hands!" Unaware of Victoria's curses, Vivienne hung up the phone and sat back down, coaxing Percival to face her, "Mr. Wolf, cut the act. You're too old for

hand: "You're right, this

you,

take her advice seriously, Vivienne was ready

listening; seizing the moment, he suddenly sat up and scooped Vivienne

a beauty back to

and as he laid Vivienne on the bed, he

gaze, filled with aggression, settled on Vivienne, making her cheeks burn. Her body

eyes, reddened and flirtatious,

perfect physique was revealed, a strange gulp echoed through

lifted, his gaze heavy with desire as he looked

cheeks were as red as ripe apples, her eyes locked on Percival's solid muscles. Her hands, not shy at all,

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