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

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

funny that Arabella, knowing that she knew medicine, still put an

think her medical skills

could neutralize the aphrodisiac in

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

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

his cool lips curling slightly,

to come alone.” Arabella quickly intervened, “Mr. Ellington, my sister wants

to Thomas, “You

with that, he wheeled himself off in

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

she quickly turned

eyes followed her retreating figure, his stern

him

turned, pushing open the door.

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

pushed him against the wall, her hands roaming over his

tensed, grabbing her hands,

like magic, sparking a fiery

lifting his chin, leaning in, her

against him, his throat suddenly

a healthy man!

this young girl was on him, like a slippery fish, causing his head to

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

to make a move, the needle would

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

Percival’s voice was

still flushed, his body’s reaction

then leaned into his ear, whispering

believe that a man could resist this kind

face, his

down at Vivienne, he

his arms, his voice low and hoarse, “You’re really something.”

her part