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.

once she had taken it, she could only relieve its

wasn’t sure how competent Arabella was in medicine, she knew that this kind of drug wasn’t

it kind of funny that Arabella, knowing that she knew medicine, still

her medical skills were

could neutralize the aphrodisiac

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

sister asked me to bring you to her. She wants to discuss something

glance, his cool lips curling slightly, “Thomas,

intervened, “Mr. Ellington, my sister wants to discuss some private matters with

flicked up, whispering to Thomas, “You stay

off in the direction

won’t go in. I still have guests

she quickly turned and left.

her retreating

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

pushing open the door.

as he closed the door, he was caught,

pushed him against the wall, her hands roaming over

tensed, grabbing her hands, “Did

like magic, sparking a fiery

fingers lightly lifting his chin, leaning in,

against him,

a healthy

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

between Vivienne’s fingers, poised

a move, the needle would instantly paralyze him.

expect was for Percival to push

Vivienne, calm down.” Percival’s voice

reaction hadn’t

bit mad, then leaned into his

believe that a man could resist this

Percival’s face, his heat instantly

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

voice low and

played her part well!