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.

aphrodisiac, and once she had taken it, she could only relieve its effects through sexual intercourse.

competent Arabella was in medicine, she knew that

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

medical skills were

could neutralize the aphrodisiac in the

to this room, she just wanted to

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

lips curling slightly,

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

whispering to Thomas, “You stay here.”

that, he wheeled himself off in the direction Arabella pointed

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

she quickly turned and

retreating figure, his stern face cold.

he knew she wouldn’t call him

open the door.

closed the door, he was caught, and

her

hands, “Did someone drug

magic, sparking a fiery sensation wherever they touched.

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

him,

was a healthy

causing his

hidden between Vivienne’s

to make a move, the

for

calm down.” Percival’s voice was hoarse

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

then leaned into his

didn’t believe that a man could resist

warm breath hit Percival’s face, his

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

his arms, his voice low and hoarse,

played her part