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 effects through

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

she knew medicine, still put an aphrodisiac in her

medical skills

the aphrodisiac in the drink.

it and followed Arabella to this room, she just wanted to see

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

glance, his cool lips curling slightly,

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

up, whispering to Thomas,

that, he wheeled himself off in the

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

quickly turned and left.

her retreating figure, his stern face

she wouldn’t call him over for no reason, let

pushing open the

the door, he was caught, and saw

pushed him against the wall, her hands roaming over his body.

grabbing her hands, “Did someone

like magic, sparking a fiery sensation wherever they

chin, leaning in, her eyes filled with temptation, “Do you want me?”

pressed against him,

a healthy man!

like a slippery fish, causing his head to buzz

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

he dared to make a move, the needle would

for Percival

Percival’s voice

body’s reaction hadn’t subsided, he was

a bit mad, then leaned

didn’t believe that a man could resist

hit Percival’s face, his heat instantly

looked down at Vivienne, he

pulled her into his arms, his voice

played her