Chapter 698


    Percival nced up and found himself staring into Vivienne’s eyes, filled with desire. He coughed awkwardly.


    “Till just go get changed.”


    He rarely visited this vi, and even when he did, he preferred to shower in the master bedroom upstairs.


    Today, he hade homete after wrapping up some work and figured that Vivienne would be arriving soon, so he decided to


    freshen up downstairs.


    He never expected to bump into Vivienne like this.


    Her gaze seemed to devour him.


    The feeling was mutual.


    Yet, they weren''t married yet, and Percival didn’t want to take things too far before their wedding day. He believed that was the


    greatest respect he could show Vivienne.


    Just as Percival was about to change, Vivienne pounced, wrapping her legs around his waist, her voice dripping with seduction.


    “Mr. Wolf, can’t wait for me to take you? Denial isn’t your strong suit!”


    Percival was speechless, denying it inwardly, "That''s not true, not at all.”


    Vivienne eyed his thin, enticing lips, swallowing hard.


    What should she do? She was dying for a taste! But it seemed Mr. Wolf wasn’t too keen on the idea.


    Would it be so wrong to steal a kiss?


    Percival, feeling her gaze, said helplessly, “Vivienne, you''re drooling!”


    “You''re too tempting!” Vivienne admitted, aware of her own desire.


    It was pathetic, really. She had no defense against Mr. Wolf''s irresistible charm.


    Percival, holding Vivienne, said tenderly, “Darling,e down. We''ve got business to attend to.”


    Vivienne intended toply, but her body had other ns.


    Just the sight of Mr. Wolf''s lips made her want to taste them.


    And with that thought, she acted, biting down on Percival''s lip, her voice sultry. “Business can wait.”


    Casting spells for Francis was hardly as pressing as tangling in the sheets with Mr. Wolf.


    “Vivienne...” Percival gasped softly, struggling to maintain control as her teasing kiss pulled him under.


    From the standing position to the sofa, then upstairs, the bathroom, and finally the bed.


    What followed was best left unsaid.


    Roughly two hourster, Vivienney spent in Percival’s arms.


    She hadn’t expected this workout to be more draining than her regr fitness routine.


    Only two hours, and she waspletely immobile.


    Percival cradled her, guilt written all over his face. “I’m sorry, Vivienne!”


    It was self-reproach, really. He should have been more restrained, and Vivienne would not be this exhausted.


    Vivienne turned, looping her arms around his neck, a smile on her lips. “Sorry for what? Not performing well?”


    Percival was at a loss.


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    Vivienne rolled on top of him, biting his lip, whispering, “Don’t worry, Mr. Wolf. I''ll take responsibility.”


    The pain of the first time was overshadowed by the pleasure that followed.


    Most importantly, from now on, there would be no stopping her from devouring Mr. Wolfpletely.


    Unable to hold back any longer, Percival flipped them over, his voice hoarse. “You siren!”


    Vivienne giggled. “I am a siren indeed, Mr. Wolf. Be careful you don’t lose your soul to me!”


    “To lose my life to you would be bliss,” Percival murmured before their lips met again.


    Another indescribable scene unfolded.


    Finally, at ten o’clock in the evening, their stormy escapade ended.


    Vivienne and Percival got dressed and began their ritual.


    Holding a seance was a skill Vivienne had honed at the Emerald Monastery, which also offered such services.


    However, Finnian had no desire to expand the monastery’s fame, so they seldom performed these rituals.


    For Vivienne, it was her first time conducting one since joining the monastery, as she had focused mainly on her medical


    practice.


    For the sake of their n, Francis had to die. But—death came too easily to him.


    So, she needed to ensure his afterlife would be troubled. Let him be reborn in the realm of beasts in his next life.


    Although Vivienne seldom conducted rituals for others, her training was ingrained, and she performed with ease. In just about an


    hour, she was done.


    Once the vi was cleared of talismans, Vivienne copsed onto the sofa in Percival’s embrace. “Mr. Wolf, I’m starving!”


    She rarely ate at night, except for a slice of strawberry cheesecake, but today’s exertions had left her famished.


    Percival stroked her hair. “What do you fancy? I''ll have something delivered.”


    Vivienne pondered a moment, then said, “I crave your homemade pasta.”


    The first meal Mr. Wolf had ever made for her was pasta.


    After all this time, she still believed it was the most delicious pasta in the world.


    Percival kissed her forehead affectionately. “Alright, | happened to pick up some fresh ingredients today.”


    He didn’t usually keep much food here, but knowing Vivienne was staying over, he had bought ingredients for the next morning''s


    breakfast.