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.

sitting on the bed, he

skipped a beat, though her

"Mr. Wolf..."

dry, yet it was his feigned menace

day. She had come to realize that the post-marriage Mr. Wolf was like a forbidden charm unleashed, overwhelming at times. Percival chuckled softly, pulling her down to sit, "Sit tight,

Vivienne blinked in surprise.

over her head as she relished Mr. Wolf's personal touch, thinking to herself how

off, the immediate warmth of Percival's chest against her back, his arms encircling her, he

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 tomorrow night."

her? Arthur's grudge against

The next day.

would be sent

her upon waking. Its simple elegance

fresh bread in the kitchen. Sitting at the counter, she watched the man

warm smile spread across Vivienne's face,

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

give cooking a try. Who knows? I might

need to worry

distracted by her phone. "Mr. Wolf,

"Yes, sorting some paperwork overseas took a couple of days. I've

and billions in liquidity to my name

Draven was already catching wind

they'd move at her word. Percival handed 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, "I'm not in need of money or company, there's no need to transfer anything to me." Percival's lips curved into a gentle smile, his gaze intense yet earnest, "I know, but it would give me peace of mind if