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.

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

was in medicine, she knew that this kind of drug wasn’t available on the market.

she knew medicine, still put an aphrodisiac

she think her medical

could neutralize the aphrodisiac in the

this room, she just wanted to see what Arabella

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

his cool lips curling slightly, “Thomas, push

asked you to come alone.” Arabella quickly intervened, “Mr. Ellington, my sister wants to discuss some private matters with

flicked up, whispering to Thomas, “You stay

off in the

door, pausing, “I won’t go in. I still have

she quickly turned and

her retreating figure, his stern face

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

turned, pushing open

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

her hands roaming over his

grabbing her hands, “Did someone

sparking a fiery sensation wherever they touched.

his chin, leaning in, her eyes filled

she was pressed against him, his

a

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

silver needle hidden between Vivienne’s

a move, the needle would instantly paralyze him.

expect was for Percival to push her

down.” Percival’s voice was

was still flushed, his body’s reaction

and a bit mad, then leaned into his ear,

a man could resist this

warm breath hit Percival’s face, his heat

down at Vivienne, he saw the

his voice low

her