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.

highly concentrated aphrodisiac, and once she had taken it, she could only relieve its effects through sexual

she knew that this kind of drug

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

medical skills were

bad! She could neutralize the aphrodisiac in the drink.

followed Arabella to this room, she

“Mr. Ellington, my sister asked me to bring you to her. She wants to discuss something

cool lips curling slightly,

to come alone.” Arabella quickly intervened, “Mr. Ellington, my sister wants to

whispering to

he wheeled himself off in the direction Arabella pointed him

led him to the door, pausing, “I won’t go in. I still have guests to take care of.”

that, she quickly

eyes followed her retreating

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

open

caught, and saw Vivienne’s flushed face and hazy

him against the wall, her hands roaming over his

grabbing her hands,

a fiery sensation wherever they touched.

chin, leaning in, her eyes filled with temptation, “Do

him, his

a healthy man!

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

between Vivienne’s fingers, poised

dared to make a move, the needle

was for Percival

calm down.” Percival’s voice was

was still flushed, his body’s reaction hadn’t subsided, he was trying to resist..

bit mad, then leaned into his ear, whispering seductively, “Don’t you want me?”

believe that a man could resist this kind of

breath hit Percival’s face, his heat

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

pulled her into his arms, his voice

her part well!