The Million-Dollar Heart novel Chapter 310

It was the weekend.

Vivienne was tending to some tasks in her room when she received a call from Percival.

"Vivienne, come on down. Let's grab a bite to eat." Percival's voice dripped with affection.

He hadn't seen Vivienne for several days now, and he was missing her terribly.

Vivienne was multitasking. Her fingers were moving swiftly over her keyboard as she responded. "I can't. I'm busy."

"Vivienne! It's been almost a week since we last saw each other." A hint of petulance appeared in Percival's voice.

Vivienne was a bit taken aback.

So, he was whining because they hadn't seen each other in a week?

"I'll take you out for a strawberry cake." Since Vivienne remained quiet, Percival dangled this as bait in front of her.

Sure enough…

Vivienne's eyes lit up. "Strawberry cake?"

Percival's lips curled into a tender smile. "So, are you in?"

Vivienne pursed her lips. She contemplated for a moment and then said, "Only if you make it."

Percival smiled gently. "Alright, I'll make it."

After hanging up, Vivienne tidied up a bit and headed downstairs.

Downstairs, Scott was giving Percival a disdainful look. He was seemingly trying to deter him from stealing away his precious angel, but he couldn't openly object.

"Vivienne, come back soon. Come home right after you eat. Don't stay out too late." Scott emphasized before Vivienne left.

Vivienne responded with an indifferent "okay" and then left with Percival.

In the car, Percival buckled Vivienne's seat belt and started the car, asking, "I didn't see Mr. Hawthorn today?"

He had found out a few days earlier that Dorian had moved into the Brooks Mansion. He had intended to invite the Dorian’s family over for dinner, but Vivienne said they were busy, so the plan was momentarily shelved.

"They had something to take care of." Vivienne answered casually.

Percival glanced at her. "Something's on your mind?"

"No."

Percival looked at her exquisite face for a moment, then broke into a smile. "Vivienne, did you know that whenever you're troubled, you carry this 'keep out' aura around you?"

Vivienne was taken aback. "Do I?"

"Yes."

Vivienne chuckled. "Perhaps I didn't sleep well."

She didn't want to tell Percival about Dorian's situation until she had confirmation.

Since she wasn't willing to talk, Percival didn't press her further. "Grandfather asked me to invite Mr. Hawthorn to the Ellington's for dinner tomorrow."

Before Vivienne could say anything, Percival added, "We should extend some hospitality to Mr. Hawthorn now that he's in Rivenwood."

He noticed a subtle change in Vivienne's emotions whenever Dorian was mentioned.

Although he wasn't sure what had happened between them, he had faith that Vivienne could handle it.

Vivienne paused for a moment. "Okay, I'll pass on the message."

...

At Percival's private apartment.

Percival parked the car and brought the freshly bought ingredients into the kitchen. As he tied on his apron, he said to Vivienne, "Vivienne, sit back and relax. I'll handle this."

Vivienne nodded. "Do you need my help?"

Percival hesitated for a moment, then laughed. "No, you just focus on eating."

He remembered all too well the disaster that was Vivienne in the kitchen. None of her dishes were edible.

Since Percival had said so, Vivienne didn't bother arguing.

She settled down on the couch, making herself comfortable as if she were at home, and began to play a game.

It was a rare sight to see Percival busy in the kitchen.

Two hours later, a meal of four dishes and a soup was served.

Vivienne, attracted by the aroma, put down her phone and came to the dining room.

Although she had tasted Percival's cooking before, she was still impressed by the flavor and presentation of his dishes.