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Chapter_66
The car was quiet for a moment after Vivienne’s chilling words, the tension hanging between them like a heavy fog. Percival, however, seemed unbothered by her sharp response. He chuckled softly, a low, knowing sound that only served to make Vivienne more uneasy.
“You’ve got a sharp tongue, Vivienne,” Percival remarked, his tone teasing yet laced with something else—an underlying curiosity that made her skin crawl. “I wonder how much you’ve inherited from your mother. I’m sure she’s quite the character.”
Vivienne straightened up, no longer leaning against the window. Her gaze shifted toward him, her eyes cold and calculating. “You’re digging too deep into things you don’t need to know,” she said quietly, her voice steady despite the growing discomfort in the air.
Percival met her gaze with a smile that never quite reached his eyes, the warmth in his expression now replaced by something more inscrutable. “Maybe so,” he replied, “But sometimes, it’s the things we don’t need to know that are the most interesting, don’t you think?”
Vivienne turned her attention back to the passing scenery, her mind racing with the weight of Percival’s words. Was he really just curious about her mother, or was he trying to probe into something deeper—something she wasn’t ready to reveal? She wasn’t sure, but she could feel the subtle pressure mounting, as though he were waiting for her to crack and give him the answers he sought.
She sighed softly, the tension in her chest not quite lifting. “You’re wasting your time,” she muttered, almost to herself, but loud enough for Percival to hear. “I’m not a person you can figure out so easily.”
Percival didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he shifted in his seat, his eyes narrowing slightly as he regarded her. “Perhaps,” he said after a pause, “But everyone has their secrets, Vivienne. And you… you’ve got quite a few, don’t you?”
Vivienne’s fingers tightened around her phone as she fought the urge to snap at him. Instead, she forced herself to remain composed, the cold smile never leaving her face. She was used to hiding things, but the more Percival pushed, the more her patience wore thin.
“Keep your curiosity in check, Percival,” she said coolly, her voice sharp now. “There’s a reason people have boundaries. You don’t want to cross mine.”
Percival simply chuckled again, as though she were a puzzle he was still determined to solve. “Oh, I’m sure you’ll make it clear when I do.”
The car fell silent once more, the quiet between them thick with unspoken words. Thomas, sensing the tension in the backseat, focused on the road ahead, deliberately avoiding looking into the rear-view mirror. He wasn’t sure what was happening between Vivienne and Percival, but it was clear that something was simmering beneath the surface.
Vivienne’s mind drifted back to the pendant she had seen earlier, the one hanging around Percival’s neck. The same pendant her mother had once worn. She had avoided commenting on it earlier, but now, the connection between Percival and her mother seemed impossible to ignore. What did he know about her mother? How much had he learned over the years? The questions swirled in her mind, but she kept them to herself for now.
She would deal with him later—when she had more information and when she was ready to confront whatever game he was playing.
For now, the ride continued in silence, each of them lost in their own thoughts, while the quiet tension between them simmered just below the surface.
