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.

taken it, she could only relieve

knew that this

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

medical

the aphrodisiac in the

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

waited a few minutes before approaching Percival, “Mr. Ellington, my sister asked me to bring you

cool lips curling slightly, “Thomas, push me

Arabella quickly intervened, “Mr. Ellington, my sister wants to discuss

flicked up, whispering to Thomas, “You stay

he wheeled himself off in the direction Arabella pointed him

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

quickly

followed her retreating

but he knew she wouldn’t call him over for no reason, let alone discuss

open the door.

caught, and saw Vivienne’s flushed face

wall, her hands roaming over

grabbing her hands, “Did someone

were like magic, sparking a fiery sensation wherever they

leaning in,

against him, his

was a healthy

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

didn’t notice was the tiny silver needle hidden between Vivienne’s

make a move,

was for Percival

calm down.” Percival’s voice was

body’s reaction hadn’t subsided, he

a bit mad, then leaned

a man could resist this kind of temptation.

Percival’s face, his heat instantly

looked down at

her into his arms, his voice low and hoarse, “You’re

her part well!