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.

concentrated aphrodisiac, and once she had taken it, she could only relieve its

she knew that this kind of drug

knowing that she knew medicine, still put an aphrodisiac

think her medical skills

could neutralize the

drank it and followed Arabella to this room,

“Mr. Ellington, my sister asked me

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

Ellington, my sister wants to discuss some private matters with you. It wouldn’t

up, whispering to Thomas, “You

with that, he wheeled himself off in the direction

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

that, she quickly turned and

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

him over for no reason, let alone

pushing open the door.

he was caught, and saw Vivienne’s flushed face and

against the wall, her hands roaming over his

tensed, grabbing her hands,

magic, sparking a fiery sensation wherever they

chin, leaning

him, his throat suddenly dry.

a healthy man!

was on him, like a slippery fish, causing his head to buzz as

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

move,

didn’t expect was for Percival to push her

Percival’s voice was hoarse

still flushed, his body’s reaction

bit mad, then leaned

could resist this kind of

Percival’s face, his heat instantly rising again.

down

her into his arms, his voice low and

her