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.

taken it, she could

medicine, she knew

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

her medical

neutralize the aphrodisiac in the

followed Arabella to this room, she just wanted

Ellington, my sister asked me to bring you to her. She wants to discuss

her a glance, his cool lips curling slightly,

wants to discuss some private matters with you. It wouldn’t be

to Thomas, “You stay

wheeled himself off in

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

quickly

retreating figure, his stern face

but he knew she wouldn’t call him over for no reason, let alone

pushing open

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

wall, her hands roaming over his body.

hands, “Did someone

magic, sparking a fiery sensation wherever they

chin slightly, her fingers lightly lifting his chin, leaning in, her

was pressed against him, his throat suddenly dry.

a healthy

on him, like a slippery fish, causing

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

to make a move, the needle

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

Vivienne, calm down.” Percival’s voice was

body’s reaction hadn’t subsided, he was trying to resist..

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

believe that a man could

warm breath hit Percival’s face, his heat instantly rising again.

heavy, when he looked down at Vivienne,

into his arms, his voice low

played her part well!