The Million-Dollar Heart

Percival wrapped his arm around Vivienne's waist, trailing behind Sasha and Arthur. Watching the couple ahead share tender moments, a pang of envy crept into Percival's heart.

As they walked, Percival's firm grip on Vivienne's waist halted her steps. She turned her head, her expression a mix of confusion and warmth, and softly asked, "Mr. Wolf, why have we stopped?"

Percival drew her under a canopy of white jasmine, his handsome features illuminated by the moonlight, his voice husky, "Are you staying at the Linklater estate tonight?"

Vivienne had been staying there for the past few days. Since their heartfelt reunion, she and Percival had been spending their nights apart. Glancing at his striking figure, she teased, "Or perhaps I should visit your villa?"

Desire flickered in Percival's eyes as he pressed closer, pinning her against the garden's white fence, "That won't do. You're under the watchful eyes of the Linklater estate."

He was well aware of Vivienne's boldness, especially since she was new to the estate. There were undoubtedly those amongst them with less than pure intentions.

Vivienne narrowed her eyes, understanding his hint at Dracon, her gaze sharp yet playful, "Let them watch. It's more concerning if they didn't."

Percival chuckled deeply, adoration in his laughter, "Always the strategist."

Vivienne arched an eyebrow, her eyes twinkling with mischief, "Me? I'm just a kindly soul."

with his finger, "Indeed, the kindest of all." With that, he pulled her into a deep, passionate kiss, their breath mingling. After the kiss, their foreheads touched, Vivienne's cheeks

for me tonight,"

nodded, "I'll sneak

ways, Vivienne headed to her room

look, caught up to her, worry clouding his face. After a moment's hesitation, he followed her inside, closing the door behind

him to sit, "Take a

sat down, his voice cautious,

choked on her drink. Clearing her mind, she faced Arthur, "Everything has happened." "What?!" Arthur exclaimed, shocked by her candidness, his regret

at him, "Any

resigned, "What objections could

with a nod, her

a special blend of oils for a beauty

Percival. His entrance was swift, his presence enveloping the room. Their greeting was a deep, longing kiss, after which Vivienne teased,

desire, his breath quickening, decided instead to wrap her in another layer

well cover my face,

helpless against her charm, embraced her from behind, his chin resting on her shoulder, "Or perhaps, Vivienne, you could