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

Arabella was in medicine, she knew that this kind of drug

Arabella, knowing that she knew medicine,

medical skills

the aphrodisiac in

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

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

cool lips curling slightly, “Thomas, push me

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

flicked up, whispering to

in the direction

go in. I still have

quickly turned

retreating figure, his

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

open

was caught, and saw Vivienne’s flushed face and hazy

wall, her hands roaming over

hands, “Did someone drug

sparking a fiery sensation wherever

his chin, leaning in, her

was pressed against him, his

was a healthy man!

slippery fish, causing his head to buzz as if

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

dared to make a move,

expect was for

Vivienne, calm down.” Percival’s

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

bit mad, then leaned into his ear, whispering seductively,

could resist

Percival’s face, his heat

when he looked down at Vivienne, he saw the cunning

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

played her part