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.

I’ll bunk with Vivienne. You may retire for

into the room and

alone, shared

here; there was an unspoken

room, Percival pressed Vivienne against the wall and kissed her

was fervent, pouring out long-suppressed emotions as if

Vivienne’s slender wrists with one hand while the other wrapped tightly around her waist, their

quietly reciprocated, expressing her tenderness and adoration

heart and felt the unique intensity of his emotions, responding

their embrace full of longing, yet never crossing that final

asleep entwined, fingers

…

stirred, only to find the comforting warmth

up and heard running water from the

Percival was showering.

heart raced like a startled doe

was in the

Hmm.

She wanted to peek.

pulling the blanket over her head and giggling

she was, in fact, just a

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

“Good morning, Mr. Wolf.”

casually, clearly

disappointment. She had

down and tousled her hair.

arched an eyebrow and leaned in close, her bright eyes glinting. “I was wondering

instant, a blush crept across Percival’s

already at the bathroom door, peeked out with a playful smile. “I’m going

clicked shut again, Percival realized he had

the bathroom door, “Vivienne, while I showered,

a toothbrush cup hitting the

grin deepened, and he

of wits was

table, where the maid had just prepared a perfect soft-boiled egg, knowing it was her

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

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