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.

and once she had taken it, she could only relieve its effects through sexual intercourse.

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

that she knew medicine, still put an

think her medical skills were lacking?

She could neutralize the aphrodisiac in

followed Arabella to this room, she just wanted to see what Arabella was up

few minutes before approaching Percival, “Mr. Ellington, my sister asked me

a glance, his cool lips curling slightly, “Thomas, push

wants to discuss some private matters with

to Thomas, “You stay here.”

in the

door, pausing, “I won’t go

quickly turned and left.

eyes followed her retreating figure, his stern face cold.

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

pushing open the door.

as he closed the door, he was caught,

wall, her hands roaming over

grabbing her hands, “Did someone drug you?”

sparking a fiery sensation

his chin, leaning in, her

him,

was a healthy

a slippery fish, causing his head to buzz as if

the tiny silver needle hidden between Vivienne’s fingers, poised at the back of his neck.

make a move, the needle would

for Percival to push her

calm down.” Percival’s

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

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

a man could resist this

warm breath hit Percival’s face, his heat instantly

was a bit heavy, when he looked down at Vivienne, he

arms, his voice

her part