The Million-Dollar Heart

Vivienne nodded wearily.

At this point, she was running on fumes, her mind a blank slate with the sole desire to crash into bed and sleep for an eternity.

Percival wrapped an arm around her and guided her to the car, signaling to Thomas, "Let's hit the road."

Thomas glanced back at the house, noticing Leopold still inside, "Percival, what about Leopold...?"

He had been outside and was clueless about the happenings within.

Snuggled in Mr. Wolf's embrace, Vivienne closed her eyes and murmured, "No need to wait. He's probably over the moon with his lady love, lost in his own world by now."

Thomas was speechless.

Some say ignorance is bliss, and Leopold was living proof, blissfully unaware of his dumb luck.

With Vivienne and Finnian on their side, this plan was bound to succeed without the Sterling family lifting a finger.

Back at their place, Vivienne hurried through a shower, intending to hit the sack, but Percival had other plans. He dragged her to the dining table, "Hold up, eat something first. Your favorite strawberry cheesecake is waiting."

Barely keeping her eyes open, Vivienne's protest died on her lips.

She let Mr. Wolf lead her to the table.

In the end, she was spoon-fed by Mr. Wolf himself, too drained to even lift a spoon.

She slept till the wee hours, waking only to quench her thirst and sift through a work email from Matthew before plunging back into sleep.

The next morning, Vivienne returned from her run, refreshed and energetic.

Upon entering, she heard Mr. Wolf from the kitchen, "Vivienne, you've got a call."

She hummed in acknowledgment, having left her phone at home during her run.

Checking her phone, she called back, "Cordelia, what's up? Is Thaddeus feeling alright?"

with embarrassment, "Vivienne, Thaddeus is fine now. I was actually calling to see if you're free

"Medical issue?"

paused, "Who's

knew Cordelia wouldn't reach out unless it was someone close in need, but Dorian

for her

even more indebted,

has been living in the countryside for years, out of touch. She must be desperate to reach out. The local clinic has given up on

gratitude deepening, "I'm free anytime,

schedule, Vivienne responded, "I'm free today, can make it

was overjoyed, "Great, no rush. I'll be waiting

Vivienne headed

alone, effortlessly whipping up her favorite dish, donned in a floral apron, exuding a cozy, husbandly

neglecting you these past days? You've been handling everything on your

an eyebrow, "Didn't I please you the other

it just me who was

play the victim. We've only been married for three days. Are you planning to make up for the last thirty years all at once?" Percival patted her hand, "Who's playing the victim? Who told their mom I couldn't cut

to interpret words. Maybe you should reflect on whether your past actions led her to think that way." Caught off guard, Percival washed his hands, turned around, and lifted her onto the kitchen island, his gaze

finding the once

to escape,

her dazed, whispering, "Aren't you going to

Vivienne was speechless.

had picked up some

saw Percival in the living room, phone in

dried her

dry her hair, "I've got to

fine, I'll visit

remind that boy Thaddeus to lay off Isolde." Vivienne laughed, "Mr. Wolf, ever heard of reverse psychology? Be careful, or you might

shuddered at

up together, would he regret his current stance years down

on to his thoughts immediately and retorted, "Mr. Wolf, how can you be so sure that Thaddeus won't be good enough

yet, but she was certain he wouldn't just

biased, my dear. Thaddeus is your brother, but doesn't Isolde feel like a