The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne)
Chapter 120

He was so close that his scent filled her nostrils. Her heart started racing, and her delicate face flushed slightly. She took a step back, looking at him seriously. "Mr. Ellington, has anyone ever told you that

you're too cocky?"

Percival smirked. "No, I'm just confident in my looks. That's not cocky."

Vivienne looked up at him, agreeing that he was indeed handsome. He had sharp and distinct features. His high nose, beautiful eyebrows, and sexy, thin lips were so inviting that she wanted to give them a bite.

He exuded an aristocratic air, and every move he made was elegant.

Vivienne was entranced. When she snapped out of it, Percival suddenly pulled her into his arms. "Vivienne, have you fallen for me?"

His voice was like a melodious song that made her heart flutter.

They were too close. Vivienne felt a bit flustered. Lights were twinkling behind him, and the warm light from the room fell on his face, revealing the deep affection and tenderness he had for her in his eyes. "You're overthinking." Vivienne turned her head, feeling her heart beating out of rhythm. She couldn't calm down and decided to go back to her room. She opened her suitcase and started organizing her clothes to hide her panic.

Percival leaned casually against the glass door of the balcony, watching Vivienne try to calm herself down by hanging up her clothes. He noticed that she seemed shy.

Suddenly, a pink package fell out of Vivienne's suitcase and rolled to Percival's feet.

He picked it up and took a glance. Vivienne immediately snatched it back and stuffed it into her suitcase.

Percival chuckled softly. He had seen the words "tampon" on the pink package.

"What are you laughing at?!" Vivienne wished she could replace a place to hide.

Coughing lightly to cover his laughter, Percival looked at Vivienne's waist. "Are you on..."

"No! I just like to be prepared!" Vivienne quickly replied, realizing that she might be suggesting that she was ready for anything, which sounded quite enticing.

Blushing, Vivienne gave up on organizing her clothes. She closed her suitcase and pushed Percival out. "Out! I'm going to change and take a bath."

Vivienne saying "like to be prepared" played on an endless loop in Percival's mind. He realized that Vivienne intended to stay for a while. Feigning helplessness and with a pitiful look on his face, he said, "I need to take a bath too, but I only have one hand now. It's really inconvenient."

Vivienne fell silent.

Did he think she was buying his act?

"Do you need someone to help you take a bath?" Vivienne asked, somewhat speechless.

"If someone is willing to, that would be great." Percival said innocently, "I've been tired all day, and I'm a clean freak. I can't sleep if I don't take a bath."

"Alright." Vivienne also laughed, pushing him towards his room. "Then go to the bathroom first; I'll be there in a moment."

Percival obediently left, not taking Vivienne seriously.

But when he walked into the bathroom and started filling the bathtub, he heard a noise behind him. After turning around, he saw that Vivienne had actually followed him in. "Are you serious?" Percival was taken aback.

"Aren't you going to undress? How are you going to take a bath with your clothes on?" Vivienne watched him smugly with her arms crossed.

Percival snapped back to reality, realizing he was being teased. Unfazed, he began unbuttoning his shirt in front of her.

His slender fingers were well-defined with a faint pink hue. He slowly undid each button from top to bottom.

The heat that had just faded from Vivienne's cheeks rose again, and she began to avoid his gaze. "Stop dawdling. Don't waste time."

"Are you in a hurry?" Percival asked as he tossed his shirt into a laundry basket. He then put his hand on his belt, unbuckled it, and unzipped his pants.

Vivienne, still an inexperienced girl, couldn't handle it. She quickly pulled the shower curtain between them, telling him to call her when he was undressed, and left the bathroom.

She sat on Percival's bed in a daze, feeling that things were going off track. She was supposed to tease him, so why did it feel like she was the one being teased?

"Shy?" Percival's laughter echoed from the bathroom. "You said you'd help me take a bath. You can't go back on your word."

"Don't worry, I always keep my word." Vivienne retorted with a playful smile on her face. "Just get undressed and wait for me."

In the bathroom, Percival shook his head, amused. His Vivienne was still a little girl.

He didn't really believe her. He just wanted to tease her.

But when he was undressed with his swollen right hand covered with a waterproof bag and ready to step into the bath, he heard Vivienne calling him from outside the bathroom. "Are you undressed yet?" He raised an eyebrow. Was she really going to help him take a bath?

"Yeah." He replied.

The next second, the bathroom door swung open. He looked up, expecting to see Vivienne. Instead, he saw the honest face of a middle-aged man. "Who are you?"

"I'm the 007 serviceman from the Golden Slate Bathhouse." The man greeted him with a flattering smile. "I received your order for a home service. I'm here to help you take a bath."

"Get out!" Percival's face turned sour.

"Oh, sir, don't worry. I've been professionally helping others bathe for twenty years. My skills are top-notch. I promise to wash you thoroughly and make you feel refreshed and clean." The man stepped forward, selling his service enthusiastically.

"Vivienne!" Percival couldn't take it anymore.

"What's up?" Vivienne casually sat cross-legged on Percival's bed, responding slowly.

"Get him out of here now!" Percival said angrily. If he weren't buck naked right now, he would've thrown this guy out of his apartment himself.

Vivienne walked up to the bathroom door, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed over her chest. "Didn't you say you couldn't take a bath by yourself and needed someone to help? I handpicked him. His service skills and attitude are top-notch. I guarantee you'll be satisfied."

Her laugh was even more carefree. "You didn't seriously think I would help you take a bath, did you?"

"Sir, how can that young girl compete with me?" The middle-aged man was still buttering him up. "Her bathing skills are definitely not as good as mine. Don't be shy; just give it a try."

Before he could finish, Percival kicked him out of the bathroom and slammed the door shut with a bang.

The middle-aged man looked at the forcefully closed door, rubbed his nose, and shrugged at Vivienne, whispering, "Ms. Hawthorn, your fiancé sure has a big temper."

"Alright, go back." Vivienne laughed lightly, then gave him an order in a low voice. "Keep surveillance on Elijah's villa. Tell Draven to figure out how to crack the basement's password and iris scan." Cracking the password wouldn't be a problem for her.

But she just wanted to enjoy life right now. Let others take care of the brainy stuff for a while.

"Don't worry, Ms. Hawthorn." The middle-aged man dropped his earlier sycophantic expression, and his simple demeanor instantly became shrewd.