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

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

that she knew medicine, still put an aphrodisiac in

think her medical skills

could neutralize the aphrodisiac in the

and followed Arabella to this room, she

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

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

sister asked you to come alone.” Arabella quickly intervened, “Mr. Ellington, my sister wants to discuss some private matters with you. It wouldn’t be appropriate

whispering to Thomas, “You stay here.”

he wheeled himself off in the direction Arabella pointed him

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

that, she quickly turned and

narrow eyes followed her retreating figure,

him over

pushing open the door.

caught, and saw Vivienne’s

pushed him against the wall, her

her hands, “Did someone drug you?”

were like magic, sparking a fiery

his chin, leaning in, her

him, his

a healthy man!

fish, causing his head to buzz as if it were about

the tiny silver needle hidden between

a move, the

was for

down.” Percival’s voice was

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

leaned into his ear, whispering seductively, “Don’t you want

that a man could resist

breath hit Percival’s face, his heat instantly rising again.

heavy, when he looked down at Vivienne, he saw the

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

her part