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

how competent Arabella was in medicine, she knew that this kind

it kind of funny that Arabella, knowing that she knew medicine, still put an

medical skills were lacking?

could neutralize the aphrodisiac in the drink.

drank it and followed Arabella to this room, she just wanted

“Mr. Ellington, my sister asked me to bring you to her. She wants to discuss

his cool lips curling slightly, “Thomas,

quickly intervened, “Mr. Ellington, my sister wants to

to Thomas, “You

he wheeled himself off in the direction

go in.

that, she quickly turned

eyes followed her retreating figure, his

knew she wouldn’t call him over

turned, pushing open the door.

caught, and saw Vivienne’s flushed face and hazy

wall, her hands roaming over

grabbing her hands, “Did someone drug

like magic, sparking a fiery

lightly lifting his chin, leaning in, her eyes filled with temptation, “Do you want

him, his throat

a

now, this young girl was on him, like a slippery fish, causing his head to buzz as if

the tiny silver needle hidden between Vivienne’s fingers, poised at

a move,

for Percival to push her away!

down.” Percival’s voice was

reaction hadn’t subsided, he was trying to

mad, then leaned into his ear,

that a man could resist this kind of temptation.

hit Percival’s face,

looked down at Vivienne, he saw the cunning in

her into his arms, his voice low and hoarse,

her