The Million-Dollar Heart novel Chapter 1138

Floyd couldn't help but glance towards the car where Juliette was eagerly peering out the window at him, while Isaiah, although engrossed in his book, was subtly paying attention to the scene unfolding outside.

Percival, from the driver's seat, was casting a warm gaze towards Vivienne, who wore a gentle smile on her face.

Suppressing the surge of excitement within, Floyd feigned resilience and shook his head, "Thanks, but I won't intrude any further. You guys should head back for dinner."

After a brief silence, Vivienne spoke, "Are you sure? It's not safe for a kid to be out here at night, and you look like you haven't had dinner. If you don't come with us, I'll have no choice but to drive you home."

Upon hearing Vivienne's offer to take him home, Floyd immediately panicked, hopping out of his spot as if fearing she might actually proceed with her plan the next second, "Then I'll come with you."

Vivienne nodded in approval, "Let's go. You can sit with Juliette and the others."

Vivienne opened the car door for Floyd, as the children had already made room for him.

"What made you sneak out like this?" Juliette asked curiously.

Floyd looked out the window, remaining silent on the topic; it seemed he didn't have the courage to delve too much into it. The feeling of being unloved was something he bore alone; Juliette and Isaiah couldn't possibly understand.

"One of the gifts we got you had the LEGO set you've been wanting. Your parents must be worried sick about you running off like this. After dinner, my dad will drive you back."

Juliette's chatter didn't cease, but it didn't stop Floyd either.

"I doubt they'd even look for me," Floyd murmured quietly amidst her ramblings.

Percival caught Floyd's reflection in the rearview mirror, the small figure looking so forlorn looking out the window.

This revelation also reached Vivienne's ears, offering a glimpse into Floyd's troubling family dynamics, which explained a lot.

Despite Juliette's incessant talking, thankfully, Floyd didn't seem distressed by the situation, which was a small relief.

Initially planning to dine out, Percival considered that the kids had never experienced his cooking, especially with a guest over today, and ultimately decided to dine at home.

Upon arrival, Floyd appeared somewhat reserved, prompting Vivienne to glance at the kids, "You're in charge of entertaining our guest."

"Roger that, Mom!"

"Okay, Mom!"

With that, they scurried off to their room, soon emerging with toys spread out on the living room floor.

"Come over, let's play with the toys." Juliette seemed to have forgotten any earlier disputes, eagerly pulling Floyd into their play.

Witnessing this softened Vivienne's heart, grateful that, at least for now, the children were alright.

In the kitchen, as Vivienne sneakily wrapped her arms around Percival's waist while he was chopping vegetables, he cautioned, "Quit it, I'm cutting vegetables. Be careful not to get hurt."

"You won't hurt me," Vivienne retorted with a smirk.

"The kids are in the living room; we don't want them to see."

"So what if they see? They're busy with their toys and not paying any attention to us," Vivienne dismissed with a wave of her hand.

Percival mulled over her words, "Hmm, you're right. Have we ever tried it in the kitchen?"

Vivienne fell silent, internally questioning why Mr. Wolf's mind always wandered to such naughty thoughts.

Yet, judging by his expression, he wasn't joking but seriously assessing the kitchen's layout for their escapade.

Vivienne quickly covered his eyes, "Enough with your wild ideas, focus on cooking!"