The Million-Dollar Heart

Vivienne felt a tingling sensation surge from her toes all the way up her body, her cheeks flushing a soft pink as she spotted a strawberry cheesecake to her left and a jewelry box to her right.

"Mr. Wolf, open it and feed me," Vivienne said with a playful smile, her leg casually draped over Percival's, completely at ease.

Percival's slender fingers took the strawberry cheesecake, untied the ribbon with grace, and elegantly sliced a piece to feed Vivienne.

The sweet taste of strawberries filled Vivienne's mouth, making her heart even sweeter. She loved Percival's thoughtfulness and the love she saw in his eyes.

With that thought, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his eyes.

Percival's breath hitched, his arms wrapping tightly around her waist, pulling her close.

The car was filled with a romantic atmosphere as Vivienne snuggled into Percival's embrace, continuing to enjoy the cheesecake, "What was that surprise you mentioned earlier?"

Percival looked at her tenderly, opening the jewelry box to reveal a pale blue gemstone bracelet that shimmered in the light, "I know you don't really need these things, but I've seen other couples exchange gifts, and I made this one myself. Give me your hand."

Vivienne obediently extended her hand, her wrist delicate and fair.

Percival silently rejoiced that he had measured her wrist while she was asleep; otherwise, the bracelet might have been too long.

cool metal felt comfortable against her skin. The design featured wings in mid-flight, with tiny blue diamonds surrounding

lap, cupped his chin, and

rolling hills, a picturesque scene of natural beauty. A police car designated for transporting Gavin, considering his special circumstances,

were two officers, and the back held

wrong. You guys stay put and keep an eye on him," said the driver before heading out

cold sweat. Could she still not let me go? Does she want

might have happened. Should we check on him?"

Someone's out to kill me. Call your superiors for

frowned, considering the situation and the silent

could act, a group of masked assailants burst in, knocking them unconscious with a swift, menacing flash of blades, aiming

the beeping of medical devices. Compared to her first arrival, filled with tubes, she now

outside

aunt fell for a scoundrel

no interest in romantic entanglements. "How would I know? Maybe they took

one that makes criminals surrender willingly. I'd make a fortune in

retorted, "I should invent something to get rid

as long as Vivienne's backing me up. Try your luck in your

hair tied back in a practical bun, her lab coat