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

she wasn’t sure how competent Arabella was in medicine, she knew that

Arabella, knowing that she knew medicine, still put an aphrodisiac in

think her medical skills

neutralize the aphrodisiac in

it and followed Arabella to this room,

Ellington, my sister asked me to bring

lips curling slightly, “Thomas, push me there.”

“Mr. Ellington, my sister wants to discuss some private

whispering to Thomas, “You

himself off in

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

she quickly turned and

eyes followed her retreating figure, his stern face

hadn’t met Vivienne many times, but he knew she wouldn’t call him over for no reason, let

pushing open

caught, and saw Vivienne’s flushed face

him against the wall, her

tensed, grabbing her hands,

magic, sparking a fiery sensation

fingers lightly lifting his chin, leaning

pressed against him, his throat

a

causing his head to buzz as if it were about to

needle hidden between Vivienne’s fingers,

a move, the

was for Percival to push her

down.” Percival’s voice was

still flushed, his body’s reaction hadn’t

bit surprised, and a bit mad, then leaned into

believe that a man could resist this kind

Percival’s face, his heat instantly rising again.

down at Vivienne, he saw

pulled her into his arms, his voice low and hoarse, “You’re really something.”

her part well!