The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Percival glanced up and found himself staring into Vivienne’s eyes, filled with desire. He coughed awkwardly.

“I’ll just go get changed.”

He rarely visited this villa, and even when he did, he preferred to shower in the master bedroom upstairs.

Today, he had come home late after wrapping up some work and figured that Vivienne would be arriving soon, so he decided to freshen up downstairs.

He never expected to bump into Vivienne like this.

Her gaze seemed to devour him.

The feeling was mutual.

Yet, they weren’t married yet, and Percival didn’t want to take things too far before their wedding day. He believed that was the greatest respect he could show Vivienne.

Just as Percival was about to change, Vivienne pounced, wrapping her legs around his waist, her voice dripping with seduction. “Mr. Wolf, can’t wait for me to take you? Denial isn’t your strong suit!”

Percival was speechless, denying it inwardly, “That’s not true, not at all.”

Vivienne eyed his thin, enticing lips, swallowing hard.

What should she do? She was dying for a taste! But it seemed Mr. Wolf wasn’t too keen on the idea.

Would it be so wrong to steal a kiss?

Percival, feeling her gaze, said helplessly, “Vivienne, you’re drooling!”

“You’re too tempting!” Vivienne admitted, aware of her own desire.

It was pathetic, really. She had no defense against Mr. Wolf’s irresistible charm.

Percival, holding Vivienne, said tenderly, “Darling, come down. We’ve got business to attend to.”

Vivienne intended to comply, but her body had other plans.

Just the sight of Mr. Wolf’s lips made her want to taste them.

And with that thought, she acted, biting down on Percival’s lip, her voice sultry. “Business can wait.”

as pressing

maintain control as her teasing kiss pulled him

the standing position to the sofa, then upstairs, the

followed was

two hours later, Vivienne lay spent in

hadn’t expected this workout to be

hours, and she was

all over his face. “I’m sorry,

He should have been more restrained, and Vivienne would not be this

arms around his neck, a smile on her lips. “Sorry for what? Not performing

was at

did Vivienne become so

biting his lip, whispering,

was overshadowed by the pleasure

would be no stopping her from devouring

any longer, Percival flipped

siren indeed, Mr. Wolf. Be careful

be bliss,” Percival murmured before

Another indescribable scene unfolded.

at ten o’clock in the evening, their

and Percival got dressed and

skill Vivienne had honed at the Emerald Monastery,

had no desire to expand the monastery’s

was her first time conducting one since joining the monastery, as she had focused mainly

of their plan, Francis had to die. But—death

afterlife would be troubled. Let him be reborn in the realm of beasts in his next

training was ingrained, and she performed with ease. In

of talismans, Vivienne collapsed onto the sofa in Percival’s embrace. “Mr.

at night, except for a slice of strawberry cheesecake, but

hair. “What do you fancy? I’ll have something

moment, then said, “I crave

meal Mr. Wolf had ever made

it was the most delicious pasta in the

forehead affectionately. “Alright, I happened

usually keep much food here, but knowing Vivienne was

passing a supermarket with a