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.

was a highly concentrated aphrodisiac, and once she had taken it, she

medicine, she knew that this kind

of funny that Arabella, knowing that she knew medicine,

she think her medical skills were

neutralize the aphrodisiac in the drink.

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

Vivienne waited a few minutes before approaching Percival, “Mr. Ellington, my sister asked

glance, his cool lips curling slightly, “Thomas,

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

eyes flicked up, whispering to Thomas,

wheeled himself off in the direction Arabella

“I won’t go in. I still have

that, she quickly

eyes followed her retreating figure,

met Vivienne many times, but he knew she wouldn’t call him over for no

open

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

pushed him against the wall, her hands roaming over

tensed, grabbing her hands, “Did someone drug

were like magic, sparking a

leaning in, her eyes filled

pressed against him, his

a healthy

him, like a slippery fish, causing his head

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

move, the needle would

didn’t expect was for Percival to push

calm down.” Percival’s voice was hoarse

reaction hadn’t subsided, he

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

a man could resist this kind of

breath hit Percival’s face, his heat

he looked down

pulled her into his arms, his voice low

played her part well!