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 only relieve its effects

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

kind of funny that Arabella, knowing that she knew medicine,

she think her medical

the aphrodisiac in the

followed Arabella to this room,

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

her a glance, his cool lips curling slightly, “Thomas, push me there.”

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

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

with that, he wheeled himself off in the direction Arabella

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

that, she quickly

eyes followed her retreating figure, his

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

pushing open the door.

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

against the wall, her hands roaming over his body.

hands,

a

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

pressed against him, his throat

a healthy man!

causing his head to

needle hidden between Vivienne’s fingers, poised

to make a move,

expect was for Percival to push her

down.” Percival’s voice was

reaction hadn’t

a bit surprised, and a bit mad, then leaned

believe that a man could resist this kind of

warm breath hit Percival’s face, his heat

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

his voice

played her part