The Million-Dollar Heart novel Chapter 382

Scott was Mr. B's double, and no one but the head of the GTO could locate him.

So, of course, he could not just drop dead that easily.

Besides, would death not be too kind?

If it had not been for him, would her mother have been hunted down all those years ago?

For years, Scott had been playing the part of a lovelorn soul to the outside world, claiming he could not find Karen and swore to bachelorhood.

But aside from the few peaceful years Karen spent by Dorian's side, was it not the GTO that kept sending goons after her?

Scott was a member of the GTO, and Vivienne’s mother's death had his fingerprints all over it.

But that score would be settled later.

Suddenly, Vivienne caught the scent of strawberry shortcake.

She opened her eyes, slightly stunned.

There was an actual strawberry shortcake!

"Mr. Wolf, I just adore you," She said, wrapping her arms around Percival's neck, her eyes sparkling with joy.

Percival looked at Vivienne holding the strawberry shortcake like it was a treasure and could not help feeling a bit helpless.

Did she really like him?

It was clear as day; she was smitten by the shortcake!

Percival, reduced to less than a piece of cake in making his wife happy.

If word got out, it would be the joke of the century!

But, oh well.

He knew his place all along, and it was definitely below a slice of strawberry shortcake.

Percival leaned his head on Vivienne's shoulder, his deep, well-like eyes surprisingly showing a hint of hurt.

Vivienne blinked back her pain, scooped up a spoonful of the strawberry shortcake, and brought it to Percival's lips. "Just one bite, no more!"

This was the strawberry shortcake. She could not bear to part with even a single spoonful!

Percival was speechless.

All right then!

He was sure, absolutely sure, he ranked below a cake!

The first man in history to be considered lower than a cake by his wife!

He wanted to disappear from this world for a moment!

Vivienne happily finished her strawberry shortcake, then leaned back against Percival, content and ready for a nap.

Percival draped his jacket over her, watching her sleeping face, and unconsciously leaned down to kiss her lips.

Eating a strawberry shortcake this way was indeed the sweetest.

With her eyes still closed, Vivienne smiled slightly and suddenly pulled Percival's neck down, pressing him firmly to her.

Kissing, after all, would be best when it was a two-way street!

Percival raised an eyebrow. His little lady had teased him once again.

But he would not mind another round.

This was not him being a pervert!

Absolutely not!

With that thought, Percival leaned in once more, claiming her lips with fervor.

Sitting in the driver's seat, Thomas was on pins and needles; he had never felt the Lincoln's driver's seat this hot before!

Even with the curtain drawn, even with his eyes fixed ahead, even with...

"Beep!"

Thomas cursed under his breath. This was the worst timing for a message, but he had no choice; the mission was critical!

Thomas cleared his throat. "Percival, the target is on the move."

With a snap, the privacy curtain was drawn back, and the smell of strawberry shortcake mixed with the tang of romance flooded the car.

Thomas glanced in the rear-view mirror.

Great, the two of them were sitting up straight as if they were strangers.

Was he the narrow-minded one?