The Million-Dollar Heart

Chapter 33

Arabella led Vivienne into the room furthest back on the first floor.

Maybe it was purposely tidied up, but the room was super clean.

So clean, in fact, that there was only a bed in there.

And there was a set of clothes on the bed.

Vivienne turned around, her brows low, her voice devoid of emotion, “Can you predict the future?”

“Huh?” Arabella was completely baffled by this question.

“You can’t.” Vivienne maintained her cold demeanor, “You can’t predict the future, but you knew that my clothes would be dirtied by the maid? You’re really something.”

Arabella froze. What did she mean by that?

Had she been found out? But that wasn’t possible.

Arabella lifted her eyes towards Vivienne, giving her a light smile, “I saw that your clothes were wet and thought you’d need a change. I had the servants bring these. I hope that’s okay.”

I’ll leave now. Take your time changing.”

Vivienne raised an eyebrow but didn’t respond.

As the door closed behind her, Arabella’s face immediately hardened.

Today, she was going to completely ruin Vivienne and Percival’s reputations.

Inside the room, Vivienne watched the closed door, the smile on her face disappearing. She pulled out a porcelain jar from her pocket, taking out a pill and swallowing it.

The drink the maid had given her had an aphrodisiac in it.

had taken it, she could only relieve its effects

Arabella was in medicine, she knew that

that she knew

think her medical skills

the aphrodisiac in

to this room, she just wanted

a few minutes before approaching Percival, “Mr. Ellington, my sister asked me to bring you to her. She

cool lips curling

wants to discuss some private

eyes flicked up, whispering to Thomas, “You stay here.”

that, he wheeled himself off in the direction Arabella pointed

door, pausing, “I won’t go in. I still have

she quickly

her retreating figure, his stern face

Vivienne many times, but he knew she wouldn’t call him over for no reason, let alone discuss personal matters

pushing open the

he was caught, and saw Vivienne’s flushed face and

the wall, her hands roaming over his body.

her hands, “Did someone drug you?”

hands were like magic, sparking a fiery

leaning in, her eyes filled with

against him, his throat suddenly dry.

was a healthy man!

slippery fish, causing his head to buzz as if it were

tiny silver needle hidden between

make a move, the needle would

for Percival

Percival’s voice was hoarse

his body’s reaction hadn’t

a bit mad, then leaned

a man could resist this

Percival’s face, his heat

was a bit heavy, when he looked down at Vivienne, he saw the cunning in her eyes.

into his arms, his voice low and hoarse, “You’re

played her