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.

aphrodisiac, and once she had taken it, she could only relieve

how competent Arabella was in medicine, she knew that this kind

Arabella, knowing that she

she think her medical skills

She could neutralize the aphrodisiac in the drink.

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

my sister

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

you to come alone.” Arabella quickly intervened, “Mr. Ellington, my sister wants to discuss some private matters with you.

up, whispering to Thomas,

that, he wheeled himself off in the direction Arabella pointed

door, pausing, “I won’t go in. I

quickly turned

retreating

call him over for no reason, let alone discuss personal matters with him.

turned, pushing open the

door, he was caught, and

against the wall, her hands roaming over his body.

tensed, grabbing her hands, “Did someone drug

sparking a fiery sensation wherever they

lifting his chin, leaning in, her eyes filled with temptation,

pressed against him, his throat suddenly dry.

was a healthy

him, like a slippery fish, causing his head to buzz

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

a move, the needle would

for Percival to push her away!

calm down.” Percival’s

still flushed, his body’s reaction

was a bit surprised, and a bit mad, then leaned into his ear, whispering

believe that a man could resist this kind of

Percival’s face,

bit heavy, when he looked down at Vivienne, he saw the cunning in her eyes.

his arms, his voice

played her part well!