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

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

knowing that she knew medicine, still put an aphrodisiac in her

she think her medical skills

She could neutralize the aphrodisiac

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

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

cool lips curling

“Mr. Ellington, my sister wants to discuss some private matters with you. It wouldn’t

eyes flicked up, whispering to Thomas,

in the direction

door, pausing, “I won’t go

quickly turned and

eyes followed her retreating figure, his

she wouldn’t call him over for

open the door.

the door, he was caught, and saw Vivienne’s flushed face and hazy eyes.

against the wall, her hands roaming over

hands, “Did

hands were like magic, sparking a fiery sensation wherever they

his chin, leaning in, her eyes filled with temptation, “Do you want me?”

was pressed against him, his throat suddenly dry.

a healthy

was on him, like a slippery fish, causing his head to buzz as if

tiny silver needle hidden between Vivienne’s fingers, poised

dared to make a move, the needle would instantly paralyze

Vivienne didn’t expect was for

Vivienne, calm down.” Percival’s voice

reaction hadn’t

a bit mad, then leaned

didn’t believe that a man could resist

face, his

bit heavy, when he looked down at Vivienne, he saw

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

her