The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne) novel Chapter 388

The team, led by Bennett, was momentarily taken aback.

Old, huh?

But that man was handsome as hell!

Sitting there, they were a sight for sore eyes – literal eye candy!

In the stands, Callum pointed down below and exclaimed, “Holy cow, is that the coach’s fiancée sitting with him? She’s drop-dead gorgeous! An angel in the flesh!”

With a scowl, Kenneth smacked Callum on the head and retorted, “Are you blind? Why would my brother marry a woman like that? She’s not worthy of him.”

Callum clicked his tongue.

Not worthy?

They could not be more perfect for each other if they tried!

Before, Callum could not imagine the kind of woman who would be a match for Percival. Now, it was crystal clear.

Meanwhile, at the heart of the whirlwind, Percival and Vivienne were blissfully unaware that amid the thousands in the arena, Kenneth and Aaron were fuming just because they were seated together!

The match had just begun, and in less than three minutes, Aaron had decimated the enemy's defenses and claimed first blood.

“That kid’s got skills,” Percival commented with a nod of approval.

Just by looking at Aaron's gameplay, it was clear he was a cut above Kenneth.

Vivienne frowned, sensing the tension.

Were they not supposed to hold back in the first game to keep their strategies hidden from Team Snake?

Aaron's aggression flared, and the game ended in a swift thirty minutes.

Even Kenneth was taken aback by the display. As an old rival, he could tell Hawk’s performance had improved tenfold.

After a streak of seven losses, Hawk’s first victory sent morale skyrocketing, and cheers nearly shook the entire stadium.

The fans rose to their feet, shouting in joy. Hawk’s chances for the championship now seemed within reach.

The next game involved neither Aaron nor Kenneth.

Vivienne and Percival left their seats and saw Kenneth approaching with the Team Snake from a distance.

“Bro, we're heading to the trainer to prep for the afternoon match,” Kenneth addressed Percival, though his glare was fixed on Vivienne, filled with malice.

Vivienne had noticed Kenneth’s hostility during their last visit to the Ellington estate. It seemed even more pronounced now.

“Vivienne, we won!” Aaron approached with a grin. Whether intentional or not, he stumbled near Vivienne, his knee crashing to the ground.

Vivienne rushed to check on him and helped him up. “Don’t move. You might've hurt your bone. Where’s everyone else?”

Aaron grimaced in pain. “They went back to the locker room. I was in a hurry to find you, and... Ouch, that hurts.”

“I’ll help you inside,” Vivienne offered, taking Aaron’s arm over her shoulder to ease the weight off his knee.

Percival’s eyes narrowed into slits. If looks could kill, Aaron’s hands would be useless by now.

But Aaron was a friend of Vivienne.

He did not dare.

“Come on, I'll carry you.” Percival stepped forward, took Aaron’s wrist, and pulled him over with ease.

Kenneth was aghast.

“Bro, how could you carry Aaron? You've never even carried me!” He yelled inwardly.

Kenneth blocked Percival’s path. “Are you even a man, Aaron? A little tumble, and you're helpless? Rubbish, why should my brother carry you!”

Aaron arched an eyebrow, a rebellious glint in his eyes. “That’s for him to decide, not you.”

Vivienne was exasperated. “Stop being childish. I'll help you get to the locker room.”

“No!” Percival insisted, gripping Aaron's wrist. “He's too heavy for you to handle.”

Was it too heavy for Vivienne?