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.

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

that she knew medicine, still put an aphrodisiac in

medical skills were lacking?

neutralize the

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

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

his cool lips

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

whispering to Thomas,

himself off in

led him to the door, pausing, “I won’t go in. I still have

she quickly turned

followed her retreating figure, his stern

many times, but he knew she wouldn’t call him over

open

caught, and saw Vivienne’s flushed face and

against the wall, her

hands, “Did someone drug

magic, sparking a fiery sensation wherever

lightly lifting his chin, leaning in, her eyes

pressed against him,

a healthy

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

tiny silver needle hidden between Vivienne’s fingers, poised at the

dared to make a move, the needle would instantly paralyze him.

didn’t expect was for Percival to push

Vivienne, calm down.” Percival’s voice was hoarse

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

then leaned

could resist

face, his

a bit heavy, when he looked down at Vivienne, he saw the cunning

voice low and hoarse, “You’re really

her