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.

once she had taken it,

competent Arabella was in medicine, she knew that this kind of drug wasn’t available

that she knew medicine, still put an aphrodisiac in

medical

could neutralize the aphrodisiac in

and followed Arabella to this room, she just wanted to see what Arabella was up

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

lips curling slightly,

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

to Thomas, “You

that, he wheeled himself off in the direction Arabella pointed

the door, pausing, “I won’t go in. I still

quickly turned and left.

narrow eyes followed her retreating figure, his

call him over for no reason,

pushing open the

was caught, and saw Vivienne’s flushed face and

the wall, her hands

tensed, grabbing her hands, “Did someone drug

hands were like magic, sparking a fiery sensation wherever they touched.

lifted her chin slightly, her fingers lightly lifting his chin, leaning in, her eyes filled with temptation,

she was pressed against him, his throat

was a healthy

like a slippery fish, causing

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

he dared to make a move, the needle

didn’t expect was for Percival to push her

Percival’s voice was hoarse

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

leaned into his ear, whispering

a man could resist this

hit Percival’s face, his heat

breathing was a bit heavy, when he looked down at Vivienne, he saw the cunning in her

his voice low and hoarse,

her part