The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne) novel 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.

Percival sighed deeply. "Let it be, I’ll bunk with Vivienne. You may retire for the night."

With that, Percival pulled Vivienne into the room and shut the door firmly behind them.

The maids, now alone, shared knowing smiles.

They were all mature adults here; there was an unspoken understanding.

In the room, Percival pressed Vivienne against the wall and kissed her deeply.

His kiss was fervent, pouring out long-suppressed emotions as if he wished to meld her into his very bones.

He pinned Vivienne's slender wrists with one hand while the other wrapped tightly around her waist, their embrace intense yet restrained.

Vivienne quietly reciprocated, expressing her tenderness and adoration in full measure.

She could hear the fervent beating of Percival's heart and felt the unique intensity of his emotions, responding to them with equal passion.

They held each other tightly, their embrace full of longing, yet never crossing that final line.

They fell asleep entwined, fingers interlocked.

...

Come morning, Vivienne stirred, only to find the comforting warmth beside her gone.

Yawning, she sat up and heard running water from the bathroom.

Percival was showering.

Instantly alert, her heart raced like a startled doe at the thought.