Vivienne massaged her forehead, utterly flabbergasted by Maddox’s thoughtfulness.

It was beyond thoughtful—it was downright invasive!

Grinding her teeth, she snapped a picture with her phone and sent it to Jasper.

“Grandpa, please extend my thanks to Uncle Maddox!”

In the stillness of the night, Maddox, lounging in a bath at home and gazing at a photo of his beloved Willa, suddenly felt a chill he had never experienced before.

The next second, his phone rang—it was his dad, Jasper.

Maddox spent the entire night weathering a storm of Jasper’s blistering reprimands, not one word repeated.

Vivienne instructed the maid to return her bedroom to its normal state and to escort Percival to his room.

The maid looked at Vivienne uneasily. “Miss, we only prepared one guest room. The others aren’t ready—there’s not even bedding.”

Just one room?

In a mansion this size, there was only one room available?

You’ve got to be kidding!

Noticing the change in Vivienne’s expression, the maid slowly explained, “Miss, we were notified by Master Maddox too late, so we didn’t have time to prepare. Usually, it’s just us here tending to the house—we weren’t expecting to accommodate any guests.”

Luckily, the staff had the foresight to prepare a clean set of sheets and blankets, preventing the pink surprise from continuing.

But even the staff had not anticipated that Vivienne and Percival would sleep separately.

Thus, there was only one room available.

The maid apologetically smiled. “It wouldn’t be proper to have Mr. Ellington stay in the servants’ quarters.”

Indeed, it would not be suitable for Percival to stay in a servant’s room—not to mention displacing one of the staff.

deeply. “Let it be, I’ll bunk with

pulled Vivienne into the room and shut the

now alone, shared

adults here; there was an unspoken

Percival pressed Vivienne against the

long-suppressed emotions as if he wished to

other wrapped tightly around her waist, their embrace

tenderness and adoration in

heart and felt the unique intensity of his

embrace full

asleep entwined,

only to find the comforting warmth beside her

up and heard running water from the

Percival was showering.

heart raced like a startled doe at the

Wolf was in

Hmm.

She wanted to peek.

the blanket over her head and giggling

she was,

of water ceased, and Vivienne composed herself, sitting on the bed as Percival emerged from the

“Good morning, Mr. Wolf.”

clearly ready

disappointment. She had hoped to see him in a

hair. “What’s on your mind,

arched an eyebrow and leaned in close, her bright eyes glinting. “I was wondering what Mr. Wolf thinks about in

instant, a blush crept across

door, peeked out with a playful smile.

Percival realized he

the bathroom door, “Vivienne, while I showered, I

a toothbrush cup hitting the

deepened, and he contentedly left the

was all

freshening up, Vivienne joined Percival at the breakfast table, where the maid

insisted we make a fresh egg for you, soft in the middle, just how you like it. Here it is, nice and warm. Eat up before

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