Vivienne's cheeks were flushed, yet she didn't seem inclined to pull away.

Just as their hands were about to touch, a ringtone broke the moment.

Percival was visibly annoyed. "Who is it now?"

Vivienne picked up her phone, showing him the caller ID, "It's my dad."

Percival just sighed.

As soon as the call was connected, Arthur's voice came through, trying to sound cheerful. "Honey, don't forget we have a family dinner tonight. Make sure you're here."

Vivienne acknowledged with a hum, ready to end the call, but then heard Arthur add, "Wait, don't hang up..."

"What is it now?"

Arthur sounded like he was wrestling with his conscience. "Your granddad asked if, um, your friend could also come."

Percival raised an eyebrow. Friend? Was that his title now?

Arthur continued, sounding slightly bitter, "Just letting you know, it was your grandfather's idea, not mine. I never agreed to let him set foot in this house." Vivienne pinched the bridge of her nose, "We're already married, dad. Your approval isn't exactly crucial now."

Arthur was caught off guard.

He couldn't let his daughter get swept away over a guy, but he caved in a second, "I was just pulling your leg. He can come if he wants. I won't stop him." "And honey, what do you want to eat tomorrow? I'll cook..."

Vivienne hung up before he could finish.

She wasn't ready to let the dread of tomorrow's menu overshadow her day, not when the stress of it felt more daunting than undergoing surgery ten times over. Holding hands, they headed towards the car.

about the evening's plans, Vivienne asked, "Mr. Wolf, are you

"Absolutely!"

to bring a few gifts, aside from dressing up for the occasion." Vivienne couldn't

her hand gently, "I just want your dad to think well of me,

"He wouldn't dare object!"

Vivienne was confident.

use this opportunity to talk about setting

way, Vivienne called her friend Matthew to dig into the Rama family's past overseas, hoping to

also filled Percival in, so he'd be in

keep an eye

residence on time, Vivienne

Sasha were in the living

them

her

to Arthur, saying, "Father-in-law," managing to turn Arthur's frown

"Still calling me 'master' after getting

to say "Mom" when Arthur, looking utterly scandalized, shouted, "Don't you

nothing to him; as long as there

couldn't bear the thought of his beloved daughter, whom he had cherished for

protests, coolly took a seat. "He's not calling

a loss for

wronged and upset. "It's not okay... You've just

to be anything more than that

He can't get over it." Percival understood, but he couldn't grasp why, as a son-in-law, he had to relive the

to engage

mom or experimenting with his culinary disasters in the kitchen, treating the rekindling of their father-daughter relationship as his

from a war hero to a domestic chef was a narrative she

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