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.

concentrated aphrodisiac, and once she had taken it, she could only relieve its

was in medicine, she knew that

found it kind of funny that Arabella, knowing that she knew medicine, still put an aphrodisiac in her drink.

she think her medical skills were lacking?

bad! She could neutralize the aphrodisiac in the

and followed Arabella to this room, she just wanted to

left, Vivienne waited a few minutes before approaching Percival, “Mr. Ellington, my sister asked me to bring you to her. She wants to discuss something with

cool lips

to come alone.” Arabella quickly intervened, “Mr. Ellington, my sister wants to discuss some private

whispering to Thomas, “You

he wheeled himself off in the direction

won’t go in. I still have guests to take care of.”

she quickly turned and

followed her retreating figure, his stern face

call him over for no

open

was caught, and saw Vivienne’s flushed face and

him against the wall, her hands roaming over

hands, “Did someone

sparking a fiery sensation wherever they touched.

chin, leaning in, her eyes

pressed against him, his throat

a healthy man!

on him, like a slippery fish, causing his head to buzz as

notice was the tiny silver needle hidden between Vivienne’s fingers, poised at the back of his neck.

to make a move, the needle

expect was for

Percival’s voice

was still flushed, his body’s reaction hadn’t subsided, he

a bit surprised, and a bit mad, then leaned into his ear, whispering seductively, “Don’t you want me?”

a man could resist this kind of

face, his heat instantly rising again.

heavy, when he looked down at Vivienne, he saw the

her into his arms, his voice low and hoarse,

played her part