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.

highly concentrated aphrodisiac, and once she had taken it, she could only

in medicine, she knew that this kind of drug wasn’t available

that she knew

medical skills were

could neutralize the aphrodisiac in

followed Arabella to this room, she just wanted to

sister asked me to bring you to her. She wants to discuss something with

lips curling slightly, “Thomas, push me

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

up, whispering to Thomas, “You

he wheeled himself off in the

door, pausing, “I won’t go in. I still have guests to take care of.”

quickly turned and left.

retreating figure,

wouldn’t call him over for no reason, let

pushing open the door.

caught, and saw Vivienne’s flushed face and

the wall, her hands

her hands,

were like magic, sparking a fiery sensation wherever

lifting his chin, leaning in, her eyes filled with

against him, his throat

was a healthy

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

the tiny silver needle hidden between Vivienne’s

move, the needle would instantly

expect was for Percival

calm down.” Percival’s voice was hoarse

flushed, his body’s reaction hadn’t subsided, he

bit surprised, and a bit mad, then leaned into his ear,

could resist this kind of

face, his

breathing was a bit heavy, when he looked down at Vivienne, he saw the cunning in

pulled her into his arms, his voice low

her