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.

she had taken it, she could

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

funny that Arabella, knowing that she knew medicine, still

think her medical

neutralize the

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

approaching Percival, “Mr. Ellington, my sister

a glance, his cool lips curling slightly, “Thomas,

Ellington, my sister wants to discuss some

eyes flicked up, whispering to Thomas, “You

with that, he wheeled himself off in

pausing, “I won’t go in. I

that, she quickly turned and

narrow eyes followed her retreating figure,

him over for no reason, let alone discuss personal matters with

pushing open the

door, he was caught, and saw Vivienne’s flushed face and

her hands roaming over his

hands, “Did

hands were like magic, sparking a fiery sensation wherever

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

against him, his

a

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

notice was the tiny silver needle hidden between

he dared to make a move, the needle

expect was for

down.” Percival’s voice was hoarse

was still flushed, his body’s reaction

bit surprised, and a bit mad, then leaned into his ear, whispering seductively,

man could resist this kind of temptation.

hit Percival’s face,

bit heavy, when he looked down at Vivienne, he saw the cunning in her eyes.

arms, his voice low and hoarse, “You’re

her part