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.

was a highly concentrated aphrodisiac, and once she had taken it, she could only relieve its effects through sexual intercourse.

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

Arabella, knowing that she knew medicine,

medical

the aphrodisiac in

to this room,

minutes before approaching Percival, “Mr. Ellington, my sister

gave her a glance, his cool lips

Ellington, my sister wants to discuss some private matters with you. It wouldn’t be appropriate with others present.”

up, whispering to Thomas,

himself off in the direction

led him to the door, pausing, “I won’t go

that, she quickly turned and

narrow eyes followed her retreating figure, his

knew she wouldn’t call him over

pushing open

door, he was caught, and

against the wall, her hands roaming

hands, “Did

hands were like magic, sparking a

her fingers lightly lifting his chin, leaning in, her eyes filled with

she was pressed against him, his throat

a healthy

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

hidden between Vivienne’s fingers, poised at the back of his

make a move, the needle would instantly paralyze

Vivienne didn’t expect was for Percival to

down.” Percival’s voice was

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

bit mad, then leaned into his ear, whispering seductively,

man could

breath hit Percival’s face,

breathing was a bit heavy, when he looked down at

his voice low and hoarse, “You’re really

her part well!