The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Chapter 119

Vivienne took a glance at the pasta in front of her, deciding it might be better to let someone else be the guinea pig.

She stood up, carrying five plates of pasta to the kitchen to dump them out. “I’ll give it another shot.”

Though it was her first time cooking pasta, she had often watched Cordelia cook. She should be doing things right.

However, fifteen minutes later, Percival and the others were once again staring speechlessly at the pasta in front of them.

“Did you add too much vinegar this time?” Leopold grimaced, struggling to understand the overwhelming sour taste.

Vivienne’s face fell. “I’ll try again.”

“No!”

Before the others could stop her, she was back in the kitchen.

Throughout the night, she was in a competition with herself, continuously cooking pasta. Percival and the others were forced to be her testers, tasting until they were pale and

miserable.

“I’m tired, and I’m not hungry anymore. Can you ask Thomas to take me to my mom’s?” Isolde was the first to surrender, wishing she could have left earlier.

“I’ll take you!” Leopold immediately stood up, afraid Vivienne might stop him, and he quickly left with Isolde.

“Ah, I just remembered, the boss’ car needs gas. There’s a fifty percent discount at the gas station by the east gate. I need to fill up before midnight.” Thomas made up an excuse, clearly upset that Leopold had taken his chance, and left as well.

Soon, only Vivienne and Percival were left at the table.

Upon seeing Vivienne staring at the pasta with a look of determination, Percival couldn’t help but chuckle. It was amusing to discover something this girl wasn’t good at.

“I’ll teach you.” He stood up, wrapping his uninjured left arm around her waist from behind. His smile was radiant as he leaned on her shoulder.

glanced at him, looking somewhat

stove, start the pot, make the soup, and add sliced beef and vegetables. He grabbed her left hand and cracked two eggs into the pot, guiding her step by step to make two

to seasoning, he noticed Vivienne mistook

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about to

his head and finally understood why

Vivienne’s “bold” attempts several times,

plates of beef pasta in front of her. It looked delicious, but so did the pasta she had made before,

the pasta towards Percival.

not to

Percival found her

be different after moving in, he would have convinced

move in sooner.

said okay but didn’t move

the kitchen, she didn’t call him out. Instead, she picked up some pasta

him.

Percival opened his mouth

skeptically fed him another

of pasta, feeding them

hesitated for a moment and

She nodded at

a doting smile, feeding her another mouthful. The two of them

about cooking. “Cooking is like making pills. There’s

doorway with a mix of amusement and disbelief on his face. If she continued to season the way

up the kitchen, Vivienne dragged her suitcase around and looked

located on the top floor, occupying

was a black, white, and gray Nordic style. The floor-to-ceiling windows in the living. room offered a

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There were indeed many rooms,

led her upstairs to a room, indicating

was spacious and tidy, even the bed was neatly made with not a wrinkle on the sheets. There

there, she could see the green trees and lake of Bay Estates and the bustling crowd and lights

like it?” Percival asked from behind her. “Though no