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.

and once she had taken it,

wasn’t sure how competent Arabella was in medicine, she knew that

knowing that she knew medicine, still

her medical skills were

the aphrodisiac in

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

Percival, “Mr. Ellington, my sister asked me to

cool lips curling slightly,

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

eyes flicked up, whispering to Thomas,

off in

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

that, she quickly

eyes followed her retreating figure, his stern face

knew she wouldn’t call him over for no

pushing open the door.

soon as he closed the door, he was caught, and saw

against the wall, her hands roaming over his

her hands, “Did someone drug you?”

were like magic, sparking a fiery sensation

lifting his chin, leaning in, her eyes filled with temptation,

was pressed against him, his throat suddenly dry.

was a

on him, like a slippery fish, causing his head to buzz as if it were about to

needle hidden between Vivienne’s fingers, poised

he dared to make a move, the

for Percival

down.” Percival’s voice

reaction hadn’t subsided, he was trying to

leaned into

a man could resist this kind of temptation.

hit Percival’s face, his

a bit heavy, when he looked down at Vivienne, he saw

his arms, his voice low and hoarse, “You’re

played her part