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 the bed, he patted

a beat, though her body willingly

"Mr. Wolf..."

yet it was his

come to realize that the post-marriage Mr.

Vivienne blinked in surprise.

Mr. Wolf's personal touch, thinking to herself how marriage indeed had its perks. He took

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

Vivienne, "..."

Just like that?

Linklaters. I'd rather not have your dad chase me with

with her? Arthur's grudge

The next day.

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

Its simple elegance matched her favorite jewelry

and ready, she was greeted by the smell of fresh bread in the kitchen.

their eyes met, and a warm smile spread

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

give cooking a

softly, "No need to worry about that

Wolf, is this thing

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

squinted, "Transferring nearly two hundred companies and billions in liquidity to my name just like

was already catching wind of

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