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.

she had taken it, she could only relieve its effects through sexual intercourse.

Arabella was in medicine, she knew

kind of funny that Arabella, knowing that she knew medicine, still put an

medical skills were lacking?

the aphrodisiac in the drink.

to this room, she

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

lips curling slightly, “Thomas,

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

to Thomas, “You stay here.”

with that, he wheeled himself off in the direction

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

she quickly turned and

retreating figure, his stern face cold.

knew she wouldn’t call him over for

open the door.

the door, he was caught, and saw Vivienne’s

wall, her hands roaming over his

tensed, grabbing her hands, “Did someone drug

like magic, sparking a fiery sensation wherever

chin, leaning in, her eyes filled with temptation, “Do

against him, his

was a healthy

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

he didn’t notice was the tiny silver needle hidden between Vivienne’s fingers, poised at the back

make a move,

for Percival

down.” Percival’s voice

body’s reaction hadn’t subsided, he was

and a bit mad, then leaned into his ear,

didn’t believe that a man could resist this kind

warm breath hit Percival’s face, his heat instantly rising

when he looked down at

his voice low and hoarse, “You’re really

played her