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.

had taken

in medicine, she knew

Arabella, knowing that she knew medicine, still put an aphrodisiac in her drink.

think her medical

She could neutralize the aphrodisiac

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

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, push me

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

eyes flicked up, whispering to Thomas,

in the direction Arabella pointed

“I won’t go in.

she quickly turned and left.

retreating

call him over for no reason, let alone

turned, pushing open the door.

was caught, and saw Vivienne’s flushed face

against the wall, her hands

tensed, grabbing her hands, “Did

were like magic, sparking a fiery

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

she was pressed against him,

was a

a slippery fish, causing his head to buzz as if it

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

dared to make a move, the needle would instantly paralyze him.

for Percival to push her

calm down.” Percival’s voice was hoarse

body’s reaction hadn’t subsided, he was trying

mad, then leaned into his ear,

a man could resist this kind of temptation.

face, his heat

heavy, when he looked down at Vivienne, he

his arms, his voice low

played her