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.

learn, and for Vivienne's sake, they

Linklater, why don't we have dinner first? We can

standing up, hesitated. "I really

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

Dorian's plight in an instant, laughed. "It's not any specific cuisine. Just some homemade pasta with

was all it

remembered the look on Vivienne's face that morning when she tasted his homemade brown sugar mochi and soy milk. Learning to cook Vivienne's favorite dishes could mean getting her to beg him to cook every

wouldn't that just mean he'd have his beloved daughter eating

never planning to leave in the first place, found himself inching back to the dining

he doubted her, nodded earnestly. "Mr. Linklater, Vivienne really does love pasta.

"Deal!"

only watch

this god so hard to

barely stepped inside when she caught Arthur, all seriousness, learning the art of perfect pasta from

detail, the earnestness in his voice, you'd think they

Vivienne, the scene was beyond

his domesticated demeanor, made even Dorian, sitting opposite him, look more like a cutthroat

of plans. "Vivienne,

glance, Percival stepped aside, offering,

curiosity warring with caution. "Nothing... inappropriate going on,

the uptake, but past experiences with this couple had

back

short by a

"Vivienne!"

through his fingers, Leopold's jaw dropped.

you

him, made a beeline for Vivienne, his eyes lighting up. "My precious girl, you're here! Did you come

only shake her head at her father's

were you planning to move

out overnight, your mom would be here with a

exasperation, couldn't bear to witness any more

a sigh, she headed inside where Dorian and Cordelia were waiting, hoping she'd stay for

to bring

already started asking around

she didn't bring him back soon, the whole

late tonight. I'll come