At 7 p.m., Vivienne was lounging in the living room, indulging in a slice of strawberry cheesecake, when Griffin's call came through.

His voice sounded muffled, as if he was speaking through cotton, "Vivienne..."

"Yeah, what's up?" she responded, her voice casual as she took a generous bite of her cheesecake.

There was a noticeable pause on Griffin's end before he took a deep breath. "Vivienne, how is she doing?"

"Who are you asking about?" Vivienne queried, feigning ignorance.

Griffin seemed to freeze for a moment, almost on the verge of breaking down. "Vivienne, please don't torture me like this. You know the situation with my family. I know I'm taking a gamble, but I just can't help feeling anxious..."

Vivienne set down her fork, her tone turning slightly stern, "If you've decided to gamble, then stick to your guns. Doubting yourself won't help."

After a moment of silence, Griffin softly replied, "I understand, Vivienne."

Percival emerged from the kitchen with ribs just as Vivienne hung up, her attention still partially on the half-eaten strawberry cheesecake.

He swiftly reclaimed the remaining half, meeting her protective gaze with a resigned, "Let's eat first."

Glancing at the confiscated cake, Vivienne reluctantly gave in, knowing all too well that only Mr. Wolf's strawberry cheesecake tasted that divine. The difference between having a cake every day and occasionally was clear to her.

During dinner, Vivienne casually asked, "Mr. Wolf, how long do you think Abigail can hold out?"

Percival served her some greens without hesitation, confidently stating, "Not much longer. The one in a hurry isn't us, it's her." Vivienne nodded, discreetly topping her greens with a sweet and sour rib, only to catch Percival's watchful gaze, "No picking." Vivienne, "..."

After dinner, as Percival cleaned up the kitchen, Vivienne headed for a shower.

find him already in his robe, sitting on the bed,

beat, though her body willingly moved

"Mr. Wolf..."

it

not survive till the next day. She had come to realize that the post-marriage Mr. Wolf was

Vivienne blinked in surprise.

personal touch, thinking to herself how marriage indeed had its perks. He took care of everything,

warmth of Percival's chest against

Vivienne, "..."

Just like that?

"Tomorrow we're visiting the Linklaters. I'd rather not have your dad chase me with a knife. We'll settle this score

her? Arthur's grudge against

The next day.

was ready and would be sent to the Linklaters soon. They just

found a red dress laid out for her upon waking. Its simple elegance matched her favorite jewelry perfectly, undoubtedly Mr.

of fresh bread in the

Percival turned, their eyes met, and a warm smile spread across Vivienne's face,

the bread, teasing, "If a few meals can do that, you're either

Vivienne playfully suggested, "Maybe I should give

to worry about that

nodded, momentarily distracted by her phone. "Mr. Wolf, is this thing Thomas

overseas took a couple of

and billions in liquidity to my name just

Draven was already catching

her warm milk, trivializing his contributions, "You said you'd take care of me for the rest of our lives, remember?" Vivienne's eyes sparkled with sincerity,

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