The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Chapter 505

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.

sighed deeply. “Let it be, I’ll bunk with

into the room and

maids, now alone, shared knowing

were all mature adults here; there was an unspoken

the room, Percival pressed Vivienne against the wall

pouring out long-suppressed emotions as if he

one hand while the other wrapped tightly around her waist,

tenderness and adoration in

the

embrace full of longing, yet

fell asleep entwined, fingers

…

to find

heard

Percival was showering.

like a startled

was

Hmm.

She wanted to peek.

thought, pulling the blanket over her head

was, in

and Vivienne composed herself, sitting on the

“Good morning, Mr. Wolf.”

was dressed casually, clearly ready for

felt a twinge of disappointment. She had hoped to see

and tousled her hair.

and leaned in close, her bright eyes glinting.

a blush

already at the bathroom door, peeked out with a playful

clicked shut again, Percival realized

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

toothbrush cup hitting

grin deepened, and he contentedly left the

game of wits was all part of the

the maid had just prepared a perfect soft-boiled egg,

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