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.

once she had taken it, she

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

it kind of funny that Arabella, knowing that she knew medicine, still

medical skills

the aphrodisiac in the

for why she drank it and followed Arabella to this room, she

my sister asked me to

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

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

flicked up, whispering to Thomas, “You stay

that, he wheeled himself off in the direction Arabella pointed him in.

won’t go in. I still have guests to take

that, she quickly

retreating figure, his stern face

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

open

he was caught, and saw Vivienne’s flushed face

against the wall, her

her hands, “Did someone drug you?”

sparking a fiery sensation

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

against him, his

was a healthy

like a slippery fish, causing

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

to make a move, the needle would

expect was for Percival to push her

down.” Percival’s voice was hoarse

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

bit surprised, and a bit mad, then leaned into his ear, whispering seductively, “Don’t you want

a man could resist this kind of

face, his heat

bit heavy, when he looked down at Vivienne, he saw the cunning in her

voice low and hoarse, “You’re

played her