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 could only relieve its effects through sexual

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

found it kind of funny that Arabella, knowing that she

she think her medical skills were lacking?

bad! She could neutralize the aphrodisiac in

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

Percival, “Mr. Ellington, my sister asked me to bring you to her. She wants to discuss something with you.”

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

sister wants to discuss some private matters with you.

flicked up, whispering to

off in the direction

the door, pausing, “I won’t go in. I

quickly turned and

her retreating figure, his stern face

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

open the door.

soon as he closed the door, he was caught, and saw Vivienne’s flushed face and hazy eyes.

him against the wall, her hands roaming over his

tensed, grabbing her hands, “Did someone

hands were like magic, sparking a fiery

her fingers lightly lifting his chin, leaning in, her

him, his throat suddenly

a

slippery fish, causing his head to buzz

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

to make a move,

was for Percival to push her away!

Percival’s voice

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

bit surprised, and a bit mad, then leaned into

that a man could resist

Percival’s face,

when he looked down at Vivienne, he

pulled her into his arms, his voice low and hoarse,

her