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.

already in his robe, sitting on

though her

"Mr. Wolf..."

dry, yet it was his feigned

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

Vivienne blinked in surprise.

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

went off, the immediate warmth of Percival's chest against her back, his

Vivienne, "..."

Just like that?

thoughts, tightened his grip around her waist, whispering, "Tomorrow we're visiting the Linklaters. I'd rather not have

have to do with her? Arthur's

The next day.

ready and would be sent to the Linklaters

laid out for her upon waking. Its simple elegance matched her

greeted by the smell of fresh bread in the kitchen.

turned, their eyes met, and a warm smile spread

a few meals can do that, you're either overestimating me

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

to worry about

distracted by her phone. "Mr. Wolf, is this thing Thomas sent me your

sorting some paperwork overseas took a couple of days. I've checked, just sign

companies and billions in liquidity

was already catching

of our lives, remember?" Vivienne's eyes sparkled with sincerity, "I'm not in need of money or company, there's no need