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.

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

in medicine, she knew that this kind

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

medical skills

could neutralize the aphrodisiac in the

this room,

Ellington, my sister asked me to bring you to her.

lips curling slightly,

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

whispering to

off in the

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

quickly

retreating

wouldn’t call him over for no reason,

open the door.

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

wall, her

grabbing her hands, “Did someone drug you?”

sparking a fiery

fingers lightly lifting his chin, leaning

pressed against him, his throat

was a healthy

on him, like a slippery fish, causing his head

notice was the tiny silver needle hidden between

to make a move, the needle

for

Percival’s voice was hoarse

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

bit surprised, and a bit mad, then leaned

could resist this kind

breath hit Percival’s face, his heat instantly rising again.

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

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

her part well!