The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Juliette's hand barely grazed the cake box when it was abruptly stopped by another. The unexpected action made both of them instinctively look up.

"Dad? What are you doing?" Juliette asked Percival, puzzled. Was the cake meant for Vivienne?

While she pondered, Vivienne emerged from the kitchen, savoring a slice of strawberry cheesecake, deepening Juliette's confusion.

"Isn't Mom eating it?"

Not just Juliette, even Floyd didn't grasp Percival's sudden intervention.

The aligned gazes turned towards Percival, momentarily embarrassing him. Yet, he composed himself quickly and pointed at the strawberry cheesecake, "Strawberries haven't been very sweet lately. The local bakeries might not use the best ones. If you want some, there's more in the kitchen." Percival's remark made Floyd raise an eyebrow, "Good point. I forgot about that. Better head to the kitchen for it, then."

Floyd stood up, grabbing the strawberry cheesecake, and headed out, soon discarding it.

No sooner had he returned than Isaiah walked in.

Noticing the slightly awkward atmosphere in the living room, Isaiah inquired, "What were you guys up to?"

Juliette briefly explained, and when Isaiah looked at Floyd, he spread his hands in resignation, "My bad for not thinking it through when buying it. But, I've already tossed it."

Isaiah remained silent, his thoughts occupied with the conversation he had overheard before leaving his lab.

After dinner, Floyd greeted everyone, "I'm done for tonight. Need to refine today's report before sending it off. Call me if needed."

The hallway fell silent until Floyd's door was confirmed shut five minutes later. "Ma'am, he's indeed retired to his room," someone reported from upstairs.

Isaiah started

He spent the entire day at the lab without leaving. On his

pleasant, hinting at

Juliette urged

though we're not blood-related siblings, we're just

our guard. There's a lot we can't immediately understand, so

couldn't help but smirk. Vivienne, after all these years, had been nurturing a thorn

Floyd's anticipation grew.

estate, Floyd was about to

pretending to sleep. He felt the

was, Floyd knew better than to open his eyes

before leaving. Floyd maintained his pose until sure of their departure, then finally opened his

inspect the room but lay in bed a while

shattering a glass on the floor, waking him fully. Annoyed, he cleaned up the

afar, frowned. Her overnight setup was ruined by Floyd's

she regretted acting impulsively. Had she thought it through, she wouldn't have placed

up, Floyd's expression turned irritable as he entered the bathroom. His annoyance wasn't just with the early mishap but with the continuous probing. It felt like a challenge to his patience and boundaries. Downstairs,

again. Had he any suspicions, you could've been

argue but held back as

them up early, he casually asked, "Up so

replied without missing a beat, "Been sleeping too much, waking up early." "Oh? That's good, I guess." Floyd