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

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

knowing that she knew medicine, still put

medical skills

could neutralize the aphrodisiac in the drink.

why she drank it and followed Arabella to this room, she just wanted to see

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

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

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

whispering to Thomas, “You stay here.”

wheeled himself off in the direction

door, pausing, “I won’t go in.

she quickly turned

eyes followed her retreating figure,

wouldn’t call him over for no reason,

open the

door, he was caught, and saw

her hands roaming over

grabbing her hands,

magic, sparking a fiery sensation wherever

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

she was pressed against him, his

was a healthy

on him, like a slippery fish, causing

between Vivienne’s fingers, poised at

he dared to make a move, the needle would instantly paralyze

didn’t expect was for Percival to push her

Percival’s voice was

body’s reaction hadn’t subsided, he was trying

a bit mad, then leaned into his ear, whispering

could resist this kind of

Percival’s face, his heat

looked down at Vivienne, he saw the cunning in her

arms, his voice low and hoarse,

played her