The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

When Leopold walked in, the scene before him stopped him dead in his tracks.

There was Percival, shirtless and blushing furiously, sprawled on the couch while Vivienne, with eyes sparkling with mischief, was pointing her smartphone at him like she was about to devour him whole. Leopold was dumbfounded.

He had only been gone for what, ten minutes? And things had escalated this quickly?

The room was buzzing with an energy that was both electric and slightly scandalous.

The unexpected interruption clearly didn't sit well with Vivienne, who shot Leopold a glare sharp enough to cut, "Out!"

Leopold, taken aback and with every wild thought fleeing his mind except for self-preservation, stammered, "Uh, Vivienne, I saw nothing, really. Just came to drop off the car keys...'

With that, he tossed the keys towards the entryway and made a hasty retreat, not even bothering to close the door properly.

Once outside, he took a deep breath.

Trust Vivienne to be involved in something he hadn't even dreamed of.

Poor Percival, though. In Vivienne's clutches, he was practically a goner.

After snapping a few pics, Vivienne put down her phone and picked up a cotton swab to tend to the scrapes on Percival's arms and shoulders.

Once she was done, she let out a sigh and finally voiced her concerns, "Mr. Wolf, it looks like our wedding might need to be postponed."

Percival turned to face her, "Your dad still not on board?"

Vivienne grimaced, "It's not just my dad this time. My four uncles too. They want to throw a big bash. My mom's wedding was a surprise to them, and now, they want to make sure they're fully prepared for ours."

Percival thought for a moment, then pulled her into a hug, "I understand."

Feeling his strong heartbeat, Vivienne nestled closer, "You're so understanding, Mr. Wolf."

Percival stroked her hair, his eyes filled with affection, "My understanding is all for you."

"But leave the wedding plans to me. I'll meet your dad and your uncles' demands, but we're not changing our date."

Vivienne looked up in surprise, "You think you can convince them?"

"There's always a way."

dealt with tougher crowds than your brothers. Your uncles won't be a

to it,

Mr. Wolf's couch, or just being by his side, but Vivienne soon drifted

up, she saw

prepared dinner, laid out on the coffee table, complete with four dishes, a

for the cake first, only for Percival to hand

cake immediately, Vivienne felt as if there were ants crawling in her heart, "Mr. Wolf, you're getting stingy. This cake's too small for my appetite." Percival sighed, "Eating too much cream at night isn't

raised an eyebrow, "Fine, tomorrow I want a cheesecake twice this

laughed and

with a deep look, he asked, "Staying over

paused, then decided, "Better not. I don't

Percival, "..."

have to take their

The Linklater household.

Vivienne stepped in, Arthur's booming voice filled

for over a decade. How dare he! I'm going to blow that scoundrel's house sky-high..." Vivienne strode over, ice in her voice, "And whose house are

"I, uh..."

from fury to fondness in

late; are you hungry? I've just mastered the perfect fried mozzarella sticks.

for damage control, Arthur's face was the picture

"No thanks,

and he quickly agreed, "Alright, then first thing tomorrow, I'll make you breakfast." Vivienne, heading upstairs, suddenly turned back to Sasha, "Mom, Mr. Wolf's fine. No need

giving Arthur

be hasty next time. She's home

to blow up

next few days, Vivienne

spent her days reading in the garden with Sasha and her nights resting up

of strawberry

a lady awaiting her wedding

cooking had won his

entirely, from