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

she wasn’t sure how competent Arabella was in medicine, she knew that

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

medical skills

neutralize the aphrodisiac in the

this room, she just

my sister asked me to bring you to her. She wants

cool lips curling slightly, “Thomas,

sister wants to discuss some private matters with you.

whispering to Thomas, “You

in the direction Arabella pointed

pausing, “I won’t go in.

quickly

followed her retreating figure, his stern face cold.

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

pushing open the door.

he was caught, and saw Vivienne’s

him against the wall, her hands roaming over his body.

her hands, “Did

a fiery

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

against him,

was a healthy

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

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

a move, the needle would instantly

was for Percival

calm down.” Percival’s

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

surprised, and a bit mad, then leaned into his ear, whispering seductively, “Don’t you want me?”

believe that a man could resist this kind

breath hit Percival’s face, his heat instantly rising

heavy, when he looked down at Vivienne, he saw

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

played her part well!