Chapter 123
Percival paused for a moment. A small figure shed in his mind. It was a little girl who used to
affectionately call him "Mr. Wolf". He lowered his head, carefully observing Vivienne''s face. From the
moment he first saw her, he could see a familiar shadow in her features.
"You don''t like that?" Vivienne pondered for a moment and asked, "You''re ten years older than me and
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like a wolf. I would call you Mr. Wolf."
Percival fell silent.
He chose to ignore the age issue.
"No, I quite like it." Percival lowered his head again, uncontrobly kissing her.
Vivienne was startled. Before she could react, Percival pressed her against the bookshelf, forcefully
trying to possess her.
Vivienne attempted to push him away. She was afraid of feeling the same uncontroble emotions that
she feltst night. But the moment his lips touched hers, she felt a conflicting desire to ept him. It
was so contradictory.
Suddenly, the bookshelf behind Vivienne copsed due to their weight, toppling the shelves behind it
like a row of falling dominoes. Dust flew up, and books scattered all over the floor.
Vivienne and Percival both fell on the bookshelf and stared nkly at each other.
This was truly an unexpected turn of events for both of them.
Suddenly, apuse echoed in the study.
Vivienne and Percival turned to look, seeing Leopold and Thomas standing on the stairs with
astonishment written all over their faces.
Leopold pped his hands and said in surprise, "Just one night, and you two have progressed this far?
So quickly and passionately? Was the bed at home not big enough, the sofa not soft enough, or the
floor not cool enough that you had to choose the bookshelf?"
Leopold and Thomas often visited Percival''s apartment, so they knew the password to the door. It
wasn’t just the two of them; Cecilia and a strange woman were also present, both equally as surprised.
"What kind of behavior is this?" Cecilia, after realizing the situation, was very angry.
"Mom, why are you here?" Percival said helplessly as he helped Vivienne up. "This was an ident."
"An ident?" Cecilia asked unhappily, "Why haven''t I seen you have such an indecent ident
before? Yesterday, I heard Isolde say that Ms. Hawthorn moved in with you. I came to see, and who
would''ve known I’d find this?”
Her good manners prevented her from saying more unpleasant words, but the way she looked at
Vivienne indicated her belief that Vivienne was seducing Percival, leading to this embarrassing
situation.
“Cecilia, do you need an eye checkup?” Vivienne saw through Cecilia’s implication and asked
sarcastically.
“What do you mean?” Cecilia didn’t understand.
“If your eyesight is fine, you should be able to see that it was Percival who pushed me down, right?”
Vivienne sneered.
She had always been this way. If someone treated her well, she would respond in kind. If someone
treated her rudely, she wouldn’t show any respect either.
Even if this person was Percival’s mother.
Cecilia didn’t show any kindness to her, so she wouldn’t respond with kindness either.
“You!” Cecilia didn’t expect Vivienne to be so direct. She was Percival’s mother, but Vivienne didn’t try
to please her. On the contrary, she was blunt and impolite.
She had never lost a fight in her life and was momentarily at a loss for words.
Leopold saw the conflict between Vivienne and Cecilia and immediately got excited, leaning towards
Percival with a grin. “Look, this is the world’s most difficult dilemma. If your wife and mother fall into the
water at the same time, who will you save first?”
“Why did you bring my mom here?” Percival frowned at him.
“We didn’t bring her.” Leopold shrugged. “We just opened the door, and your mom happened toe
in. We can’t stop her, can we?”
He patted Percival’s shoulder. “You know your mom’s personality. If I stopped her, she might go to my
house andin to my mother. Then I would be in trouble. So, Mr. Ellington, deal with your own
mother.”
“What are you trying to say? Why can theye, but I can’t?” Cecilia heard their conversation. She
needed to maintain good manners and poise in front of others, but she didn''t have to be so polite to her
son.
"Isolde told me you were injured. As a mother, can''t Ie and see what''s wrong with my son?" After
speaking, she red at Vivienne. She thought she was nothing but rude, like someone who grew up in
the countryside. She couldn''t understand why Richard had chosen her as a granddaughter-inw.
"Bro, is this how you handle things?" A woman who had been silently following behind Cecilia suddenly
stepped forward and smiled at Percival. "Your mother is just concerned about you. You shouldn''t ignore
your mother because of an outsider."
After speaking, she deliberately nced at Vivienne.
Vivienne raised an eyebrow. Before she could say anything, Percival coldly asked, "Who are you?"
The woman''s face changed instantly. Cecilia quickly said, "This is Ste. Don''t you remember? You
used to y with her when you were a child."
"Don''t know her." Percival said coldly to Ste Pembroke, "Ms. Ste, your upbringing seems to be
line?"
He paused for a moment. His tone was light but ruthless. "I only have one sister, Isolde. My fiancée
might misunderstand."
Leopold couldn''t help butugh and give Percival a thumbs-up. He was really something.
Ste looked embarrassed and angry. She pushed Thomas aside, covering her face and crying as she
ran out.
"Ste!" Cecilia red at Vivienne and hurriedly chased after her.
Vivienne was puzzled. This person was scolded away by her son, so why was she ring at her?
The study was in shambles. The bookshelves had copsed, and books were scattered all over the
floor. It was definitely uninhabitable.
Percival called Leopold and Thomas for help. They packed up important things and carried the
But Vivienne noticed that Percival carefully ced the anklet back in its box and took it upstairs.