Chapter 239
Ronald hastily handed his phone to Pa as if it were a ticking bomb, not wanting to hold it for even a
second longer.
Pa, puzzled, took the phone, only to get an earful of Baron''s fury. "Are you out of your mind?! If
you''ve got nothing better to do, stay at your own ce! If you dare upset Vivienne again and get Old
Richard on my case, don''t even think about stepping foot in our mansion again!"
Pa''s face turned ashen with fury, but she could not retaliate against Baron. She muttered an apology
and hung up the call.
...
Third floor.
The Brooks family had arranged for Percival to stay next to Vivienne’s room. After he entered his room
alone, Melissa and Ashley apanied Vivienne into her room.
However, they didn''t linger, exchanged a few words, and left, closing the door behind them.
But as Ashley was about to leave, she stretched her neck back in and emphasized rather ‘thoughtfully,’
"Don’t worry. We all know how much you despise Arabe. So even though she lived in this room
before, we''ve reced everything. Take your time settling in."
After saying that, she retracted her head as her gaze subtly swept over Percival''s door. She then
followed Melissa downstairs.
Arabe had lived here?
Ha!
Vivienne stood alone in the room, observing theyout and its furnishings.
Just from the room''syout, it was clear that Scott had made a significant effort for his long-lost
daughter.
The room was spacious and well-lit; furthermore, all the furniture and bedding were obviously brand
new. The balcony was filled with blooming flowers, and the vanity was filled with top-brand skincare
products, as if they were unsure which one she preferred, so they just got them all.
The wardrobe was crammed full of luxury-brand women''s clothing. It even included lingerie.
Seemingly unsure of her size, they had bought all sizes just in case.
Vivienne looked at the pile of pretty dresses in the wardrobe, her beautiful, pale face expressionless.
She picked the simplest dress and went into the bathroom.
The bathroom was spacious and had a whirlpool tub. Since she had plenty of time, she filled the tub
and leisurelyy in it. She texted Draven while soaking, asking him to send her luggage over to the
Brooks Mansion.
Then a message from Percival popped up on her phone. "Done bathing?"
Vivienne raised an eyebrow, replying, "No."
"No? You replied so fast."
"I’m soaking in the tub."
"Together."
"?"
What did that mean?
She stared intently at the bathroom door, wondering if Percival would really barge in. Should she hit
him?
After a while, Percival texted back. "I''m also in the tub now."
Vivienne was at a loss.
She was overthinking.
But she did feel a little disappointed. She was expecting to hit him.
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Percival texted again. "How long are you nning to stay here?"
"Don''t know."
"If you''re not happy staying here, why note back to the Ellington Mansion with me?"
"Not yet."
Percival felt a bit frustrated as he looked at Vivienne’sst message. If he couldn''t coax Vivienne back
to the Ellington Mansion, did he have to keep staying at the Brooks Mansion?
But, after thinking about it, it didn''t seem like a bad idea.
So, he texted Thomas to bring his luggage over and texted Vivienne back. "Vivienne, my back hurts."
Vivienne stared at his coquettish message on her phone, highly suspecting his intentions.
But when she remembered how mercilessly the three baseball bats hit Percival''s back, she decided to
check on him.
When he received the "I''ming" message from Vivienne, the corners of Percival''s mouth turned up
slightly.
Good. His girl still cared about him.
He stood up from the bathtub and looked at himself in the bathroom mirror. His messy hair was wet and
dripping. His skin was slightly reddened from the hot bath, making him look incredibly sexy.
He was quite satisfied and purposely wore only a bathrobe.
There was a knock at the door. He opened the door, only to be stunned by the sight of the girl standing
in the frame of the door.
Vivienne wore the simplest white dress she found in the wardrobe. The dress only had two thin straps
holding it up by her shoulders. The upper half of the dress outlined her figure, narrowing at the waist to
show her perfect, slender waistline. The slight puff of the skirt and her soft hair cascading over her
shoulders added a youthful touch.
He had never seen Vivienne dress in such a youthful and romantic style before. Even though her face
was still stern, she looked much softer.
Vivienne was also taken aback when she saw Percival wearing only a bathrobe. His chest was
exposed, showing his well-defined pecs.
The drops of water from his hair fell onto his slightly reddened cheeks, sliding down his sharp jawline,
down his chest, and disappearing into his abs, leaving a suggestive trail of water.
After noticing that Vivienne''s gaze uncontrobly followed the path of that droplet, moving lower and
lower, Percival began chuckling lightly. "Vivienne, you''re so lustful."
Vivienne snapped back to reality. Her cheeks were flushed, and she red at him fiercely.
He was the one trying to seduce her by dressing like this. Who was the real lewd one here?!
She sternly pushed him back into the room and closed the door behind her. Her attitude made it seem
more like she was here to settle a score with him rather than check on his injury.
"Lay down on the bed!" Her flushed cheeks betrayed her stern mood.
Percivaly obediently on the bed with a mischievous smile on his face. "Vivienne, are you going to
take me by force?"
"Shut it!" Vivienne curtlymanded him as she strode over and pulled back Percival''s robe, revealing
the deep shades of purple and blue that stained half his back. Her brows furrowed immediately. "It''s so
swollen! Why didn''t you say something earlier?"
"It’s just a flesh wound. As long as the bones are intact, it''s fine." Percival replied nonchntly.
As a squad leader at the Vanguard Agency, danger was part of the job description. Injuries were as
Especially when the injuries were sustained in the act of protecting Vivienne. He didn''t mind in the
slightest.
Unseen by Percival, Vivienne''s gaze on his back was unreadable. The depths of her emotions
remained a secret.
Once she confirmed that his ribs were unbroken, she began to apply a healing salve. To maximize the
effect, she gently massaged it into his skin, spreading the cool, soothing balm with her warm fingers.
Percivaly face down on the bed with his eyes closed, savoring theforting pressure of Vivienne''s
hands on his back. She methodically worked the salve into his skin, kneading and massaging with the
utmost care. He had to fight to suppress the spark of desire her touch ignited within him.
Suddenly, they were interrupted by a knock at the door and Ashley’s voice. "Vivienne, are you ready?
It''s time for lunch."
Vivienne wiped her hands clean of the salve and went to answer the door.
Ashley, who had been knocking on Vivienne''s door, froze in surprise as Vivienne emerged from
Percival''s room instead.