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

was in medicine, she knew that

knowing that she

medical

bad! She could neutralize the aphrodisiac in the drink.

why she drank it and followed Arabella to this room, she

minutes before approaching Percival, “Mr. Ellington, my sister asked me to bring you to her. She

her a glance, his cool lips curling slightly,

“Mr. Ellington, my sister wants to discuss some private matters with you. It wouldn’t be appropriate

whispering to Thomas, “You

wheeled himself off in the direction Arabella

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

that, she quickly turned and

narrow eyes followed her retreating

he knew she wouldn’t call him over for no reason, let alone discuss personal

open the door.

he closed the door, he was caught, and

the wall, her hands

tensed, grabbing her hands, “Did someone

were like magic, sparking a

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

was pressed against him,

was a

this young girl was on him, like a slippery fish, causing his head to buzz as if

between Vivienne’s

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

was for Percival to push her

calm down.” Percival’s voice was

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

then leaned into his ear,

that a man could

breath hit Percival’s face,

heavy, when he looked down at Vivienne, he saw

into his arms, his voice low and hoarse,

played her