The Million-Dollar Heart novel Chapter 123

Percival paused for a moment. A small figure flashed in his mind. It was a little girl who used to affectionately call him "Mr. Wolf". He lowered his head, carefully observing Vivienne's face. From the moment he first saw her, he could see a familiar shadow in her features.

"You don't like that?" Vivienne pondered for a moment and asked, "You're ten years older than me and like a wolf. I would call you Mr. Wolf."

Percival fell silent.

He chose to ignore the age issue.

"No, I quite like it." Percival lowered his head again, uncontrollably kissing her.

Vivienne was startled. Before she could react, Percival pressed her against the bookshelf, forcefully trying to possess her.

Vivienne attempted to push him away. She was afraid of feeling the same uncontrollable emotions that she felt last night. But the moment his lips touched hers, she felt a conflicting desire to accept him. It was so contradictory.

Suddenly, the bookshelf behind Vivienne collapsed due to their weight, toppling the shelves behind it like a row of falling dominoes. Dust flew up, and books scattered all over the floor.

Vivienne and Percival both fell on the bookshelf and stared blankly at each other.

This was truly an unexpected turn of events for both of them.

Suddenly, applause echoed in the study.

Vivienne and Percival turned to look, seeing Leopold and Thomas standing on the stairs with astonishment written all over their faces.

Leopold clapped his hands and said in surprise, "Just one night, and you two have progressed this far? So quickly and passionately? Was the bed at home not big enough, the sofa not soft enough, or the floor not cool enough that you had to choose the bookshelf?"

Leopold and Thomas often visited Percival's apartment, so they knew the password to the door. It wasn’t just the two of them; Cecilia and a strange woman were also present, both equally as surprised.

"What kind of behavior is this?" Cecilia, after realizing the situation, was very angry.

"Mom, why are you here?" Percival said helplessly as he helped Vivienne up. "This was an accident."

"An accident?" Cecilia asked unhappily, "Why haven't I seen you have such an indecent accident before? Yesterday, I heard Isolde say that Ms. Hawthorn moved in with you. I came to see, and who would've known I’d find this?”

Her good manners prevented her from saying more unpleasant words, but the way she looked at Vivienne indicated her belief that Vivienne was seducing Percival, leading to this embarrassing situation.

“Cecilia, do you need an eye checkup?” Vivienne saw through Cecilia’s implication and asked sarcastically.

“What do you mean?” Cecilia didn’t understand.

“If your eyesight is fine, you should be able to see that it was Percival who pushed me down, right?” Vivienne sneered.

She had always been this way. If someone treated her well, she would respond in kind. If someone treated her rudely, she wouldn’t show any respect either.