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.

once she had taken it,

competent Arabella was in medicine, she knew that this

that she knew

her medical

could neutralize the aphrodisiac in the

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

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

gave her a glance, his cool lips curling slightly, “Thomas, push me

my sister wants to discuss some private matters with

eyes flicked up, whispering to Thomas,

he wheeled himself off in the

won’t go in.

she quickly turned and left.

narrow eyes followed her retreating

he knew she wouldn’t call him over

pushing open

was caught, and saw Vivienne’s flushed face

wall, her hands roaming over his body.

grabbing her hands,

were like magic, sparking a fiery sensation wherever

her fingers lightly lifting his chin, leaning in,

was pressed against him, his

a healthy

fish, causing his head

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

dared to make a move, the needle would instantly paralyze him.

expect was for Percival to push her

down.” Percival’s voice was hoarse

still flushed, his body’s reaction hadn’t subsided, he was trying

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

could resist this kind of

breath hit Percival’s face,

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

pulled her into his arms, his voice low and hoarse, “You’re

her part well!