The Million-Dollar Heart

Seeing the whole spectacle unfolding, Cordelia nearly burst into laughter, quickly covering her mouth and shooting Dorian a significant look that screamed, "You better spill the beans!" She then hurried off to the kitchen to whip up some dinner.

And of course, she didn't miss the opportunity to snap a photo and send it to Vivienne.

At that moment, Vivienne was racing back from another location, having just discovered another female victim.

Like the others, her heart had been gruesomely removed.

And again, she was a young woman.

The message made Vivienne's lips twitch involuntarily. Turning to Leopold, who was driving, she commanded, "Forget going back to the Linklaters'. Head to the Brooks' place."

Without missing a beat, Leopold made a quick U-turn, his compliance shining through. "Sure thing. And I've been craving some of Cordelia's cooking. Moving that body was a real workout." Thomas, sitting quietly beside them, couldn't help but wonder, "Are these two even related?"

Percival, wrapping his arm around Vivienne's waist, asked softly, "What's going on?"

Struggling to explain the bizarre situation, Vivienne simply handed her phone over to him.

Percival's brow twitched in disbelief before he chuckled, "Now, that's something you don't see every day."

He then added with a smirk, "Seems like your dad's really putting in the effort."

Vivienne knew exactly why Arthur was at the Brooks' place, which only added to her frustration. "I just hope he doesn't scare Dorian or Cordelia. Especially Dorian. He's not exactly the bravest."

An hour later.

Dorian, overwhelmed by Arthur, who had meticulously noted down even the casual conversations he had with Vivienne, started to believe Arthur's genuine interest in learning.

But the intensity of this War God's enthusiasm was more than Dorian could handle.

Now, he just wanted to escape.

Vivienne was his only hope.

Just as Dorian was about to text her for rescue, Arthur's voice cut through again.

"Mr. Hawthorn, when you said Vivienne doesn't like being hugged, what kind of hug were you referring to?"

Dorian was speechless.

When Cordelia entered from the kitchen, she found Dorian sending her desperate SOS signals with his eyes. She chose to ignore them.

to learn, and for Vivienne's sake, they

Linklater, why don't we have dinner first?

"I really should be getting

stopped him in his tracks. "What's that incredible smell? What kind of

an instant, laughed. "It's not any specific cuisine. Just some homemade pasta with a few side dishes.

it took to keep Arthur

on Vivienne's face that morning when she tasted his homemade brown sugar mochi and soy milk. Learning to

wouldn't that just mean he'd have his beloved daughter eating out of the palm of his

planning to leave in the first place, found himself inching back to

"Mr. Linklater, Vivienne really does love pasta. You're welcome to try it

"Deal!"

only watch in

this god so hard to

all seriousness, learning the art of perfect

voice, you'd think they were

scene was

domesticated demeanor, made even Dorian, sitting opposite him, look more like a cutthroat professional by comparison. The tension was so thick; it was

half-expecting another change of plans. "Vivienne, Percival, it's getting late.

stepped aside, offering,

his curiosity warring with caution.

quick on the uptake, but past experiences with this couple had taught him to be wary. "You

unceremoniously dragged him back in. "I didn't

short

"Vivienne!"

fingers, Leopold's jaw

you

his eyes lighting up. "My precious girl,

shake her head at her

hadn't come, were you

ever serious, responded, "Of course not. If I dared stay out overnight, your mom would be here with a knife in twenty minutes. You know

to witness any more

where Dorian and Cordelia were waiting, hoping she'd stay

had to bring Arthur back

dear mom had already started asking

didn't bring him back soon, the whole Linklater family would

I'll come