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.

she had taken it,

she knew that this kind of

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

think her medical skills were

She could neutralize the aphrodisiac in

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

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

glance, his cool lips

wants to discuss some private matters with you. It

up, whispering to Thomas, “You stay

with that, he wheeled himself off in the direction Arabella pointed him in.

won’t go in. I still have guests

that, she quickly turned and left.

retreating figure,

him over for no reason, let alone discuss personal matters

open

closed the door, he was caught, and saw Vivienne’s

her hands

her hands,

like magic, sparking a

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

she was pressed against him, his

a healthy man!

fish, causing his head to

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

dared to make a move,

was for Percival to push her away!

down.” Percival’s voice

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

mad, then leaned into his ear, whispering

believe that a man could resist

hit Percival’s face, his

down at Vivienne, he saw the cunning in her eyes.

voice low and

played her part