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 it, she could only relieve

medicine, she knew

found it kind of funny that Arabella, knowing that she knew medicine, still put an aphrodisiac in

her medical skills

She could neutralize the aphrodisiac

for why she drank it and followed Arabella to this room, she just wanted to see what Arabella was up

my sister asked me to

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

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

flicked up, whispering to

that, he wheeled himself off in the direction Arabella pointed him

door, pausing, “I won’t go in. I

she quickly turned and left.

followed her retreating figure, his

him over for no reason, let alone discuss personal matters

open the door.

he closed the door, he was caught, and saw Vivienne’s flushed

her hands roaming over his body.

hands, “Did someone drug you?”

were like magic, sparking a fiery sensation wherever

his chin, leaning in, her eyes filled with temptation, “Do

pressed against him, his throat suddenly dry.

a

on him, like a slippery fish, causing his head to buzz as

was the tiny silver needle hidden between Vivienne’s

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

was for

down.” Percival’s voice

reaction hadn’t subsided, he was trying to resist..

then leaned into his ear,

didn’t believe that a man could resist this kind of

hit Percival’s face, his heat instantly rising

a bit heavy, when he looked down

pulled her into his arms, his voice low and hoarse, “You’re really something.”

her