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.

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

wasn’t sure how competent Arabella was in medicine, she knew that this kind

that she knew

she think her medical

neutralize the aphrodisiac in the

room, she

left, Vivienne waited a few minutes before approaching Percival, “Mr. Ellington, my sister asked me to bring you to her. She wants to discuss

her a glance, his cool lips

come alone.” Arabella quickly intervened, “Mr. Ellington, my sister wants to discuss some private matters with you. It wouldn’t

whispering to Thomas, “You stay

off in the direction

to the door, pausing, “I won’t go in.

quickly turned and left.

narrow eyes followed her retreating

hadn’t met Vivienne many times, but he knew she wouldn’t call him over for no reason, let alone discuss personal matters

pushing open

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

her hands roaming over his

hands, “Did

sparking a

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

pressed against him, his throat

a healthy

slippery fish, causing his head to buzz as if it were about to

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

make a move, the needle

didn’t expect was for

down.” Percival’s voice was

his body’s reaction hadn’t subsided, he was trying to

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

believe that a man could resist

warm breath hit Percival’s face, his heat instantly

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

pulled her into his arms, his voice low and hoarse,

her part