The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne) novel Chapter 634

“You... you really are going to help me?” Mara looked at Vivienne, her eyes wide with disbelief.

Vivienne nodded, “Yes.”

“But you... you...” Mara stuttered, at a loss for words.

Even Cecilia hadn’t expected Vivienne to consent. “Vivienne, you’re really willing to help Mara?”

Vivienne affirmed. “Sure, but I have my conditions. I’m the Specter Healer; I don’t work for free.”

Mara knew it. Vivienne wasn’t the type to offer help out of the goodness of her heart.

“I understand, but I’m broke right now. Can I write you an IOU and pay you back once I have the money?” Mara pleaded.

Vivienne smiled, her red lips lifting in a beguiling curve. “That’s not what I’m asking for.”

A shiver ran down Mara’s spine as she locked eyes with Vivienne’s smile. She felt like she had just fallen into a bottomless pit – a trap that could spell her doom!

Leaving the hospital, Percival drove Isolde back home.

Isolde took every chance to stick close to Vivienne. “Vivienne, what was the deal you made with Mara back there?”

Vivienne scooped Isolde into her arms, meticulously parting her hair to craft a sweet hairstyle for the youngster.

“Little ones shouldn’t pry.”

Isolde sat still, leaning against Vivienne, her tiny shoulders pressed against her chest.

After a while, Isolde murmured, “Vivienne, you’re really busty, you know.”

Percival nearly choked on his own spit.

Unfazed, Vivienne continued her task while Percival’s face turned a shade that would’ve given any artist’s palette a run for its money.

“Kids shouldn’t talk about such things,” Percival cleared his throat.

Isolde scoffed. “Percival, why so prudish? I’m just saying she’s got a great figure. It's just a fact.”

Percival slammed on the brakes and parked by the roadside, swiftly moving Isolde to the passenger seat.

“One more word, and you’re going to boarding school tomorrow!”

Isolde muttered under her breath.

Soon, Isolde was dropped off at home, where her father, Nathan, was waiting outside.

As Isolde got out of the car, she whispered to Percival, “Percival, don’t tell me you never noticed how great Vivienne’s figure is?”

“Isolde! Boarding school for you tomorrow!”

A huffy Isolde scampered into Nathan’s arms, urging her dad to whisk her home.

Nathan watched, bemused by his son’s anger and his daughter’s smugness, totally clueless about the situation.

After Isolde departed, Vivienne couldn’t contain her laughter any longer and burst into giggles in the backseat.

Percival’s face grew even redder. “Vivienne, stop laughing.”

But she couldn’t help it. She had never imagined Percival could be so shy – adorably so.

Listening to the laughter from the back, Percival felt his manhood challenged for the first time in his life. He adjusted his tie and stepped out of the car, opening the back door to put an end to the giggling – with a more hands-on approach.

Inside the car, things got heated, while outside...

An awkward Nathan stood there, holding a thermos of soup Aurelia had made for Vivienne, unsure how to interrupt.

“Ahem... maybe you two could take a break.”

Percival froze, then bumped his head hard on the roof. Without pausing to rub it, he scrambled out of the car.

“Dad.” Percival tried to appear calm as he faced Nathan.