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.

was a highly concentrated aphrodisiac, and once she had taken

she wasn’t sure how competent Arabella was in medicine, she knew that this kind

knowing that she knew medicine, still

she think her medical skills were lacking?

neutralize the aphrodisiac in the drink.

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

Ellington, my sister asked me to bring you to her. She

glance, his cool lips curling slightly, “Thomas, push me

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

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

in

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

quickly

narrow eyes followed her retreating figure, his stern face cold.

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

open

as he closed the door, he was caught,

wall, her hands roaming

tensed, grabbing her hands,

like magic, sparking a fiery sensation wherever they

fingers lightly lifting his chin, leaning in,

against him, his throat suddenly

a healthy man!

was on him, like a slippery fish, causing his head to buzz as if it

notice was the tiny silver needle hidden between

to make a move,

for Percival to push her

Percival’s voice was

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

and a bit mad, then leaned into his ear, whispering seductively, “Don’t

could

Percival’s face, his

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

arms, his voice low

played her