The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

After dinner, the kids and Andrew were playing in the living room, while Percival continued his chess game with Dorian. Cordelia and her daughter were having a chat with Vivienne in another room.

Astrid frowned as she recalled the child from earlier, "Vivienne, are you sure it's alright to keep that child with you? Everything you've mentioned seems too coincidental, and his mom doesn't even want him. What if you can't bond with him?" Astrid's concern was understandable, especially after the incident that happened next door. How could they not worry?

Vivienne just smiled, "It's fine to have him around."

Astrid wanted to say more but couldn't find the right words.

Vivienne, sensing their hesitation, patted their hands, "Don't worry, we know what we're doing."

Cordelia and Astrid, knowing Vivienne to be a judicious person, didn't press further.

After a while, Vivienne took the children back home.

Upon returning to the estate, the children prepared for bed and retreated to their rooms.

Vivienne had just sat down in her room when she received a message from Leopold, informing her that the tutor she asked for was almost ready.

Leopold, unable to resist, voiced his concern.

"Vivienne, are you sure it's okay not to let them mingle with peers?"

Vivienne raised an eyebrow. How had she prevented them from mingling?

"What do you mean?"

"Kids at this stage, I hear it's crucial for them. Having a home tutor is great, but it has its downsides. What if they become antisocial?"

Did Juliette seem like a child

caught on, continuing his

the urge

in your house

Leopold, puzzled, responded.

could a

should get checked next time you

voice message was thus prevented, and he had no clue

he showed the message to Griffin,

funny? Did I say something

his dignity, stifled his laughter and shook his head, "Not at all.

as the children's godfather, but fortunately, they weren't

and whispered, "Why the sigh? Something wrong?" Vivienne shook her head, then realized Percival had just showered, his hair still wet, adding

guard by Percival's appearance, Vivienne found herself at a loss for

her reaction, teased,

to sit down. "Dry your hair, don't want you

slender fingers run through his hair, finding comfort in

was suddenly lifted by Percival, catching her off guard. As she was about to protest, she saw the desire

bed, his touch seemed to ignite her

gaze quickly

"Tonight, if you can't hold back, just let it out. The room is soundproof, no need to

children were up, but Vivienne and Percival hadn't come downstairs,

stood awkwardly

especially from the parents, was unusual. Bending down to the kids, the tutor asked, "Are you