The Million-Dollar Heart

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, he patted

beat, though her

"Mr. Wolf..."

hers, making her throat dry, yet it was his feigned

day. She had come to realize that the post-marriage Mr. Wolf was

Vivienne blinked in surprise.

air flowed over her head as she relished Mr. Wolf's personal touch, thinking to herself how marriage indeed had its perks. He took

warmth of Percival's chest against her back, his arms encircling her, he sighed, "Time to

Vivienne, "..."

Just like that?

Linklaters. I'd rather not have your

did this have to do with her? Arthur's grudge against Mr.

The next day.

and would be sent to the Linklaters

found a red dress laid out for her upon waking. Its simple elegance matched

fresh bread in the kitchen. Sitting at

smile spread across Vivienne's

bread, teasing, "If a few meals can

on her bread, Vivienne playfully suggested, "Maybe I should give cooking a try. Who knows? I might have

softly, "No need to worry about that with me

momentarily distracted by her phone. "Mr. Wolf, is

glanced at it and nodded, "Yes, sorting some paperwork overseas took a

billions in liquidity to my name just like

Draven was already catching wind of

Percival handed her warm milk, trivializing his contributions, "You said you'd take care of me for the rest of our lives, remember?"