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.

asked, "Mr. Wolf, are you

"Absolutely!"

gifts, aside from dressing up for the occasion." Vivienne couldn't help but laugh, "You've met them before. Why

to think

"He wouldn't dare object!"

Vivienne was confident.

carried a hint of mischief, "Then I'll use this opportunity

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

filled Percival in, so he'd be in the

Thomas, asking him to keep an eye on

Linklater residence on time, Vivienne leading

Sasha were in

them warmly,

her as usual,

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

calling me 'master' after

when Arthur, looking utterly scandalized, shouted, "Don't you dare change

long as there wasn't a wedding, his precious daughter was still

his beloved daughter, whom he had cherished for so many years,

ignoring Arthur's protests, coolly took a seat. "He's not calling you anything

a

felt wronged and upset. "It's not okay... You've just recognized us, and now, some random guy is

if he was ever going to be anything more

upset about Frost leaving the nest so soon. He can't get over it." Percival understood, but he couldn't grasp why, as a son-in-law, he had to relive

want to engage further

to her mom or experimenting with his culinary disasters in the kitchen, treating

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

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