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.

a highly concentrated aphrodisiac, and once she had taken it, she

she knew

that she knew medicine,

think her medical skills

neutralize the aphrodisiac

it and followed Arabella to this room, she

sister asked me to bring you to her. She wants to discuss something with

cool lips curling slightly, “Thomas, push

“Mr. Ellington, my sister wants to discuss some private matters with you. It

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

in the direction Arabella

“I won’t go in. I

she quickly turned

narrow eyes followed her retreating figure, his stern face cold.

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

open the door.

caught, and saw Vivienne’s flushed face and hazy

against the wall, her hands

tensed, grabbing her hands, “Did someone

sparking a fiery sensation

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

against him, his throat suddenly dry.

a

was on him, like a slippery fish, causing his head to buzz as if it were about

didn’t notice was the tiny silver needle hidden between Vivienne’s fingers, poised at the back of

make a move, the needle would

didn’t expect was for Percival to push her away!

down.” Percival’s voice was

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

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

that a man could resist this kind of

breath hit Percival’s face, his heat instantly

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

voice low

her