The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Vivienne felt a tingling sensation surge from her toes all the way up her body, her cheeks flushing a soft pink as she spotted a strawberry cheesecake to her left and a jewelry box to her right.

"Mr. Wolf, open it and feed me," Vivienne said with a playful smile, her leg casually draped over Percival's, completely at ease.

Percival's slender fingers took the strawberry cheesecake, untied the ribbon with grace, and elegantly sliced a piece to feed Vivienne.

The sweet taste of strawberries filled Vivienne's mouth, making her heart even sweeter. She loved Percival's thoughtfulness and the love she saw in his eyes.

With that thought, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his eyes.

Percival's breath hitched, his arms wrapping tightly around her waist, pulling her close.

The car was filled with a romantic atmosphere as Vivienne snuggled into Percival's embrace, continuing to enjoy the cheesecake, "What was that surprise you mentioned earlier?"

Percival looked at her tenderly, opening the jewelry box to reveal a pale blue gemstone bracelet that shimmered in the light, "I know you don't really need these things, but I've seen other couples exchange gifts, and I made this one myself. Give me your hand."

Vivienne obediently extended her hand, her wrist delicate and fair.

Percival silently rejoiced that he had measured her wrist while she was asleep; otherwise, the bracelet might have been too long.

the bracelet on her. The cool metal felt comfortable against her skin. The design featured wings

up on his lap, cupped his

police car designated for transporting Gavin, considering his special circumstances, halted on a cleared patch of ground, separate

two officers, and

wrong. You guys stay put and keep an eye on him," said the driver before heading out to inspect

with fear, his forehead slick with cold sweat. Could she still not let me go? Does

something might have happened. Should we check on him?"

panicking, grabbed the officer, "Don't go out! Someone's out to kill me. Call your superiors

considering the situation and the

in, knocking them unconscious with a swift, menacing flash of blades,

with tubes, she now resembled

stood outside the lab,

a scoundrel like

lost in thoughts of medicine, had no interest in romantic entanglements. "How would I know?

pills, invent one that makes criminals surrender

annoyed, retorted, "I should invent something to get

me up.

practical bun, her