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.”

spells for Francis was hardly as pressing as tangling in the sheets with Mr.

Percival gasped softly, struggling to maintain control as her

position to the sofa, then

followed was

Vivienne lay spent in Percival’s

be more draining than

and she was

all over his face. “I’m sorry,

been more restrained,

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

was at

Vivienne

his lip, whispering, “Don’t worry, Mr. Wolf. I’ll take

the first time was overshadowed by the pleasure

now on, there would be no

flipped

Mr. Wolf.

you would be bliss,” Percival murmured before their

Another indescribable scene unfolded.

o’clock in the

dressed

had honed at the Emerald Monastery,

had no desire to expand the monastery’s fame, so they seldom performed

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

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

she needed to ensure his afterlife would be troubled. Let him be reborn in the realm of beasts in

others, her training was ingrained, and she

Vivienne collapsed onto the sofa in Percival’s embrace. “Mr. Wolf, I’m

slice of strawberry cheesecake, but today’s exertions

do you fancy?

pondered a moment, then said,

Mr. Wolf had ever

all this time, she still believed it was the most delicious pasta in

affectionately. “Alright, I happened to pick

much food here, but knowing Vivienne was staying over, he

supermarket with a fresh pasta stand,