Their Villain, The Mogul's Beloved

Chapter 225

Zinnia lugged her stuff into the room, set it down, and pulled out her suitcase. Inside was a big, wide wooden case with a little mortar and some cut-to-size papers. She took everything out onto the balcony.

The balcony had a cute round table and a hanging chair. Jackson had really decked this place

out.

The wooden case was a special gift from Zinnia’s master. When she opened it, the smell of herbs hit her. A bunch of the 64 compartments were empty, and the rest were almost gone.

Zinnia sat down, opened an herbal pack, and started sorting the herbs into the boxes. When she got into her work, she was a different person.

After neatly arranging all the herbs, Zinnia picked out a few specific ones. She found some cotton gauze in her suitcase, wrapped the herbs up, and tied the bundle. Then she grabbed different herbs, wrapped them in paper, folded them up, and set them aside.

By the time she finished, it was past 1 PM. She yawned, packed up, and went to her room for

a nap.

When Zinnia woke up, it was dark. She rubbed her temples, still half-asleep. She hadn’t slept well at the Shaw residence, but at the Lynn residence, she’d already had two good naps.

Downstairs, Sofia was gone, but Henry was on the couch, watching financial news.

“Zinnia, you’re up. Your grandma’s out shopping with her friends, and Jackson’s at the office. It’s just us two,” Henry said, chuckling at Zinnia.

“Mm,” Zinnia replied softly.

Henry had been watching TV too long and had a headache.

“Grandpa, you okay?” Zinnia asked, looking worried.

“Nah, it’s nothing. Old bones ache sometimes. My eyes just need a break,” Henry said, putting on his reading glasses from the coffee table.

some massage stuff. Wanna give it a

When Zinnia first came to live with them,

wanted to humor his granddaughter. His headaches came and went-it was annoying, but not

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glasses he’d just picked up. “Ready, Grandpa,” she

Henry leaned back and

massaging his pressure points with her fingertips. “How’s the pressure,

therapist Benedict hired,” Henry exclaimed. “My eyes already feel better.” Whether it was the massage or just wishful thinking, the

like it, I’ll do

are for jewelry, not chores.” Henry chuckled. “You’re our little princess

therapist. You’ll get massages even when

Henry’s health wasn’t too bad yet -regular massages should do the trick, and

and patted her head. His mind felt clearer already. Then he ordered the butler, “Benedict, go get Raymond. That

Benedict stood behind them, grinning, watching the warm

more often. Even Jackson and Charlie visited more. As Benedict dialed Raymond, he smiled- Zinnia was truly their

Benedict finished dialing, booming laughter echoed through the foyer. “Henry! Where’s that amazing granddaughter of

Santa Claus look-alike striding in-complete with a neatly trimmed white beard

Over here.” Henry waved at his buddy and pointed to the mahogany-smelling leather couch. He then said, “Benedict, bring out

it, sir,”

Raymond walked in, spotting Zinnia massaging Henry’s shoulders. He laughed like

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Mr. Spence.”