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 could only relieve its effects through

sure how competent Arabella was in medicine, she knew that this

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

she think her medical

She could neutralize the

this room, she just wanted to

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

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

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

flicked up, whispering to Thomas, “You stay

in the

go in. I still

she quickly turned

followed her retreating figure, his stern

call him over

open the

door, he was caught, and saw

pushed him against the wall, her hands roaming over his

tensed, grabbing her hands, “Did someone drug

a

her fingers lightly lifting his chin, leaning in, her

she was pressed against him, his throat

a

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

between Vivienne’s fingers, poised at the back

move,

for Percival to push her away!

calm down.” Percival’s voice

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

then leaned into his ear, whispering

believe that a man could resist this

breath hit Percival’s face, his heat instantly rising

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

arms, his voice low and hoarse, “You’re really

played her part well!