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.

and once she had taken it, she could only relieve

she knew that this kind of drug wasn’t available

funny that Arabella, knowing that she knew medicine,

her medical skills

bad! She could neutralize the aphrodisiac in

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

Arabella left, Vivienne waited a few minutes before approaching Percival, “Mr. Ellington, my sister asked me to bring you to her. She wants to discuss

lips curling slightly, “Thomas,

you to come alone.” Arabella quickly intervened, “Mr. Ellington, my sister wants to discuss some private matters

flicked up, whispering to

himself off in the

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

that, she quickly

her retreating figure, his stern

he knew she wouldn’t call him over for no reason, let alone discuss personal matters

pushing open the door.

caught, and saw Vivienne’s flushed face

against the wall, her

tensed, grabbing her hands, “Did someone

magic, sparking a fiery sensation wherever

his chin, leaning in, her eyes filled

against him,

a healthy

fish, causing

tiny silver needle hidden between Vivienne’s fingers, poised at the back of his neck.

a move,

was for

Percival’s voice

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

mad, then leaned into

that a man could resist

breath hit Percival’s face, his heat instantly rising

down at Vivienne, he saw the cunning in her

her into his arms, his voice low and

played her