The Million-Dollar Heart Novel Episode
Chapter 121

After the middle-aged man left, Vivienne leaned against Percival's bed in high spirits.

She couldn't tease him, nor could she let her subordinates tease him, could she?

Maybe because she had just won a round, she was in such a good mood that she fell asleep on Percival's bed.

When Percival came out, still looking a bit angry, he saw the little lady curled up in his blue-gray quilt, sleeping soundly. His initial anger immediately vanished.

He hadn't expected Vivienne to still be in his bedroom, so at this moment, he was just wrapped in a towel around his waist.

He stood at the bathroom door, hesitated for a moment, but still couldn't resist stepping forward to look at Vivienne's sleeping face.

Vivienne had been trained to be vigilant since she was a child, so even though she was asleep, she was still very alert.

As soon as Percival approached, even before she opened her eyes, she quickly lifted her arm and grabbed Percival.

The sudden change caught Percival off guard. Vivienne's little hand swiftly grabbed the towel around his waist. The towel fell off, leaving him completely exposed.

Vivienne also opened her eyes. After she woke up, both of them were immediately stunned.

Silence was the awkwardness of the night.

Vivienne gawked at the naked Percival in front of her, then blankly looked at the towel in her hand. After realizing what happened, she tossed the towel like it was hot to Percival, immediately turning her face away.

Percival was also embarrassed. He caught the towel and wrapped up his lower body. Noticing that her cheeks were as red as cooked shrimp, he couldn't help but tease her. "Did you like what you saw?" Vivienne initially didn't want to look at him, but after hearing him ask that, she coughed. "Too small. I couldn't see clearly."

Percival's face suddenly changed. He pulled Vivienne into his arms, leaning close to her. "Are you sure? I doubt your eyesight. Do you want to take another look?"

"Then... I'll take another look." Vivienne finished speaking and looked at his certain part again, but unfortunately, he had already wrapped up the towel.

Percival almost lost his footing.

Did she even know what she was doing?

He was an adult man!

Did she really think his self-control was that good?

Percival looked at Vivienne with his deep eyes. Her beautiful face made his throat a bit dry. He laid her down on the bed and said with a laugh, "I didn't know you were so forward." His hair was still wet, and the tips were dripping with water. When he leaned down, a drop of water fell on Vivienne's face and made it look like a tear was sliding down her cheek.

He knew his Vivienne wouldn't cry, but this scene still left Percival stunned, and he stared blankly at the water trail on her face.

Vivienne lay under him. When she looked up at him, he now was completely different from the enticing figure in the bathroom. His eyes seemed confused and even a little fragile.

Her heart suddenly ached, and then, for some unknown reason, she suddenly lifted her upper body and kissed Percival's slightly open lips.

Vivienne was the first to come back to her senses, cursing herself for losing her head. She was a person who had never had a romantic experience, so why had she taken the initiative to kiss a man ten years older than her?

She would never admit that she was attracted to Percival's charm.

She tried to hide her embarrassment. "Your kissing skills are terrible."

After saying that, she tried to push Percival away and get up, but he forcefully pushed her back onto the bed.

Percival was amused by her actions. Tonight, she first said he was immature; now she said he was an incompetent kisser. He felt like he had to prove himself.

He lifted her chin, leaned down, and kissed her fervently. His hot breath, filled with his long-held desire, was like a raging fire, completely swallowing Vivienne's breath between their lips.

At first, she struggled, resisted, kicked him, hit him, and even angrily bit his lips.

But he didn't care. He just enjoyed the sweetness he had been longing for until he felt her body gradually relax. She immersed herself in this feeling with him.

That night, Vivienne practically fled back to her room.

She burrowed into the quilt, replaying in her mind the moment when she was about to suffocate. Percival finally let her go, then licked his own lips and smiled at her. "How was it? How are my skills?" Since Vivienne was nine, she had never had such emotional ups and downs. She felt like there was a screaming beast inside her body.

That night, she suddenly realized that she was still just a little girl.

She was having emotional ups and downs; she felt shy and sometimes panicked.

And all of this was because of one person.

Percival.

Percival knocked on the door of Vivienne's bedroom. "Vivienne, time to get up."

Vivienne opened her eyes. Hearing Percival's voice instantly reminded her of last night's events, and her face immediately turned red.

"Vivienne, I'm hungry. Didn't you say you were here to take care of me?" Percival knocked on the door again. "If you don't come out, I'll tell Grandfather what happened last night." Vivienne jumped up, opened the door, and glared at him. "Shut up!"

Percival couldn't help but laugh. This little girl was still shy.

Even though she was the one who took the initiative last night, it now seemed like he was the one who took advantage of her.

Every time he thought back to Vivienne's hurried departure last night, he laughed hysterically. It was the first time he had seen her so panicked.

By the time Vivienne finally got dressed, washed up, and slowly walked to the kitchen, Percival had already taken out the ingredients.

"Tortellini?" Vivienne glanced at the package in Percival's hand.

"Do you want some?" Percival asked her, shaking the Tortellini in his hand.

Vivienne nodded. She always preferred pasta, and Percival seemed to know this, so he always accommodated her.

Despite last night's failure, Vivienne was even more excited about cooking. She was not discouraged at all.

Percival was scared that she'd screw up her cooking again, so he kept hovering around her in the kitchen.

He thought boiling water to cook some tortellini was a simple task. There was no way Vivienne could mess it up.

But the moment he turned his back, Vivienne tossed all the tortellini into a pot of cold water.

Oh dear.

Percival looked at the pot full of tortellini and sighed deeply.

Just as he'd feared, the tortellini had been cooked to pieces because they were put in the pot before the water was boiling.

Vivienne had turned what was supposed to be decent tortellini into a meat soup.

Fortunately, he had kept an eye on the seasoning, so at least the taste was alright, even if it wasn't a pretty sight.

When Vivienne brought two bowls of the meat-filled soup to the table, she was really bummed out.

The pasta she cooked yesterday were not tasty, but at least they looked alright. How did it turn out like this today?

"Alright, stop looking at it. No amount of staring is gonna turn it back into tortellini." Percival comforted her helplessly. "Next time, remember to wait for the water to boil before you put the tortellini in." After saying that, he had a taste. Luckily, with him around, it ended up tasting pretty good.

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