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

she knew that

funny that Arabella, knowing that she knew medicine, still put

think her medical skills were

could neutralize the aphrodisiac in

it and followed Arabella to this room, she just

Ellington, my sister asked me to bring you to her. She wants

glance, his cool lips curling slightly,

alone.” Arabella quickly intervened, “Mr. Ellington, my sister wants to discuss some private matters with you. It wouldn’t

flicked up, whispering to Thomas, “You

with that, he wheeled himself off in the direction Arabella

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

she quickly turned and left.

narrow eyes followed her retreating figure, his stern face cold.

wouldn’t call him over for no reason, let

pushing open

caught, and saw Vivienne’s flushed

him against the wall, her hands

hands, “Did someone drug

a fiery sensation wherever they

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

him,

a healthy man!

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

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

to make a move,

expect was for Percival to push her

calm down.” Percival’s voice was

reaction hadn’t subsided, he was trying to

was a bit surprised, and a bit mad, then leaned into his ear, whispering seductively, “Don’t

a man could resist

hit Percival’s face, his heat instantly rising again.

he looked down at Vivienne, he saw the

voice low and

her part