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

medicine, she knew that

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

she think her medical skills

She could neutralize the aphrodisiac in the

followed Arabella to this room,

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

his cool lips

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

flicked up, whispering to Thomas,

he wheeled himself off in the

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

that, she quickly turned

narrow eyes followed her retreating figure, his

times, but he knew she wouldn’t call him over for no

turned, pushing open the door.

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

wall, her

tensed, grabbing her hands, “Did someone drug you?”

magic, sparking a fiery sensation wherever they

fingers lightly lifting his chin, leaning in, her eyes filled with

against him, his

was a healthy

causing his head to buzz as

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

dared to make a move, the needle would

was for Percival to push her

Vivienne, calm down.” Percival’s voice

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

bit mad, then leaned

believe that a man could

Percival’s face, his heat instantly rising

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

his arms, his voice low and hoarse, “You’re really something.”

her part