The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne)
Chapter 891

Vivienne, after hearing the elderly woman's words, casually grabbed a napkin from the table to wipe her lips. "It's rare to replace someone who can stay true to their heart's desires. Sticking to what you truly want is quite commendable."

The elderly woman continued to sip her porridge. "Indeed, when I saw you designing that engagement ring yourself, I guessed that you and your partner must be deeply in love, cherishing each other immensely."

Vivienne's eyes twinkled with joy, a smile playing at her lips. "Don't worry, we'll do everything we can to make it work."

The old woman nodded in approval.

Her phone rang on the table, and she picked it up to hear Percival's deep, magnetic voice.

"Have you set off yet?" he teased.

"I'm already near the mall, at a small diner..." Vivienne began, only to be interrupted by Percival, "I haven't had breakfast yet. I'll come join you. Just wait there for me."

Vivienne raised an eyebrow. She had wanted to say she was done eating, but since Percival hadn't had his meal, she decided to wait for him.

Soon, a tall and elegant figure approached, bathed in sunlight that cast a gentle halo around him. His dark hair gleamed, and his eyes sparkled with mirth as he looked at her. "Oh, what a handsome young man, perfectly matched with you, my dear," the old woman remarked with a gossip-thirsty grin upon seeing Percival.

Vivienne nodded earnestly, "I think my Percival is very handsome too."

"Young man, what would you like to eat? I'll make it for you," the old woman stood up, making room for Percival.

"Just the same as Vivienne, thank you, ma'am," Percival nodded politely.

"It's lovely to see a couple who enjoys doing the same things, even eating the same food," the old woman joked before turning to prepare breakfast for Percival.

Sitting across from Vivienne, Percival smiled, "After breakfast, let's stroll through the mall and pick up a few things our new home needs."

Vivienne blinked, puzzled, "New home?"

"Yes, I thought we could start getting it ready, the place we'll live in after we're married. It's a bit early, but knowing what kind of furniture you like will help make it a place you love," Percival explained with a smile.

Vivienne's cheeks flushed, "Percival, you're quite the planner. At the mall, you should also pick what you like. We can look at some design plans together and create a space we both love."

Percival nodded, "I'll follow your lead, Vivienne."

The elderly woman brought over pancakes and porridge, which Percival accepted gratefully.

He shared his pancake with Vivienne, and they chatted casually while sitting by the roadside.

A shiny new black Mercedes parked in front of a towering skyscraper.

The driver opened the door, respectfully announcing, "Miss Brianna Wright, we've arrived at Century Mall."

The woman stepping out of the car, wearing sunglasses, glanced at Percival and Vivienne dining at the food stand and sneered, "To think Century Mall, the biggest in Rivenwood, tolerates such riff-raff dining out front. Some people really can only afford to window shop."

She walked into the mall with disdain, followed by several bodyguards, exuding an air of importance.

As Percival finished his porridge, Vivienne let out a satisfied belch.

"It seems you enjoyed your meal. The lady's cooking is indeed remarkable," Percival said, wiping Vivienne's mouth with a napkin.

Vivienne glanced at him, "Percival, I had already eaten before you arrived. And then you kept feeding me. It would be weird if I didn't burp."

Percival chuckled softly, "Let's head to the mall."

Vivienne lazily extended her hand, which Percival took firmly, playfully touching her stomach, "Seems like it's grown a bit."

Vivienne slapped his head lightly, "Behave, we're in public."

The old woman watched them with a smile, "Come back for more anytime. I'll have new recipes for you to try for free."

"Sure, ma'am. Next time, could you make some pork buns? I'd love to try those," Vivienne added.

"Of course, I'll be waiting for you both," the old woman replied eagerly, her face beaming with joy at the lively young couple.

They waved goodbye and entered

the mall, which was divided into several sections, including a gourmet food court, designer

clothing, gold and diamond jenet

skincare, trendy accessories, and essentials like furniture and bedding.

Percival, with his arm around Vivienne, asked softly, "Where would you like to start, Vivienne?"

"Let's just wander and see where it takes us. If something catches our interest, we'll take a look," she suggested.

"Sounds perfect. I'm all yours," Percival said, intertwining their fingers.

As they walked through the mall, they attracted many curious glances. Their outstanding appearance was one thing, but the fact that they were in Century Mail, where luxury was the norm, and

yet

their clothes bore no reable

brand, made them stand more.

even

Percival and Vivienne shared a look. Their outfits weren't branded because Vivienne had made them herself. They were unique, one-of-a-kind couple's attire, not available for sale anywhere. Vivienne had never been one for splurging on high-end fabric as long as what she wore felt cozy.

Percival, on the other hand, adored this particular outfit and ended up wearing it almost daily.

With the weather taking a chilly turn lately, getting laundry dry became a bit of a hassle. Percival, eager to don his favorite ensemble again by morning, had the staff run it through the dryer overnight. As a result, the garment had seen the inside of the wash a few too many times, its color fading a touch.

Vivienne was planning on crafting a couple more sets when she found the time, just to give Percival some options.

She never expected this particular choice of attire would become the talk of the town.

But they didn't pay much mind to the chatter.

Stopping in front of a trendy accessories store, Percival, with a chuckle in his gaze, looked down at Vivienne, "I bet this place is a hit with the young ladies. Let's check it out."

Vivienne arched an eyebrow, "I'm hardly a little girl."

Still, she followed Percival inside.

The sales assistant, catching sight of Vivienne and Percival as they entered, had a flash of awe in their eyes but made no move to

approach. Most patrons prefer net

browse undisturbed, only seeking assistance when they were ready to make a purchase.