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?"

now. I was actually calling to see if you're free lately. I

"Medical issue?"

paused, "Who's the

close in need, but

need for her

refusal, Cordelia felt even more

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

gratitude deepening, "I'm free anytime,

free today,

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

up, Vivienne headed to the

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

him from behind, "Mr. Wolf, have I been neglecting you these past days? You've been handling everything on your own, even cooking daily." Percival continued his task,

I please

sideways, "Was it just me

"Mr. Wolf, don't 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

led her to think that way." Caught off guard, Percival washed his hands, turned around, and

suddenly finding the

escape,

her dazed, whispering, "Aren't you going to wash up for

Vivienne was speechless.

Wolf had picked up

rinse, she saw Percival in the living

him as she dried her hair,

dry her hair, "I've got to report to

nodded, "It's fine, I'll visit

paths, Percival kissed her goodbye, "Say hi to Cordelia and Dorian for me. And remind that boy Thaddeus to lay off Isolde." Vivienne laughed, "Mr. Wolf, ever heard of reverse psychology? Be careful, or you

shuddered at

would he regret his current stance years down

can you be so sure that Thaddeus won't be good enough for Isolde when

shown his full potential yet, but she was certain he wouldn't just turn out

the nose, "You're so biased, my dear. Thaddeus is your brother,