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.

highly concentrated aphrodisiac, and once she had taken it, she could only

she knew that this kind of drug wasn’t

of funny that Arabella, knowing that she

think her medical skills were

She could neutralize the aphrodisiac in the drink.

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

minutes before approaching Percival, “Mr. Ellington, my sister asked me to

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

Ellington, my sister wants to discuss some private matters with you. It wouldn’t be appropriate with others

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

wheeled himself off in the direction Arabella pointed him

go in. I still have guests

quickly turned

her retreating figure, his stern face cold.

many times, but he knew she wouldn’t call him over

open

was caught, and saw Vivienne’s flushed

him against the wall, her hands roaming over

her hands, “Did

a fiery sensation wherever

her fingers lightly lifting his chin, leaning in, her eyes

was pressed against him, his throat suddenly

was a

on him, like a slippery fish, causing his head to buzz as if it were about to explode.

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

to make a move, the needle would instantly paralyze

didn’t expect was for Percival to push her

down.” Percival’s voice

his body’s reaction hadn’t subsided, he

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

could resist

breath hit Percival’s face, his heat instantly rising

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

arms, his voice low and hoarse,

played her