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.

aphrodisiac, and once she had taken it, she could only relieve its effects

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

funny that Arabella, knowing that she knew medicine, still

medical

could neutralize the aphrodisiac

to this room, she

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

cool lips curling slightly, “Thomas, push me there.”

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

up, whispering to Thomas,

in the

him to the door, pausing, “I won’t go

that, she quickly turned and left.

her retreating figure, his

hadn’t met Vivienne many times, but he knew she wouldn’t call him over for no

open the door.

he was caught, and saw

against the wall, her

tensed, grabbing her hands,

a fiery sensation wherever they

lifted her chin slightly, her fingers lightly lifting his chin, leaning in, her

against him, his throat

was a

like a slippery fish, causing his

silver needle hidden between Vivienne’s fingers,

a move,

for Percival to push her

calm down.” Percival’s

handsome face was still flushed, his body’s reaction hadn’t subsided, he was trying

then leaned into

could resist this kind

warm breath hit Percival’s face, his heat

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

her into his arms, his voice low and

her part