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.

a highly concentrated aphrodisiac, and once she had taken

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

that Arabella, knowing that she knew

her medical

could neutralize the aphrodisiac in the

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

sister asked me to bring you to

glance, his cool lips curling slightly,

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

whispering to Thomas, “You

wheeled himself off in the

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

that, she quickly turned and left.

followed her retreating

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

pushing open the door.

the door, he was caught,

against the wall, her

grabbing her hands, “Did

hands were like magic, sparking a

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

she was pressed against him, his

a

on him, like a slippery fish, causing

he didn’t notice was the tiny silver needle hidden between

make a move, the needle

for Percival to push

calm down.” Percival’s

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

bit mad, then leaned into his ear,

could resist

face,

when he looked down at Vivienne, he

arms, his voice

her part