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

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

she

medical skills were

could neutralize the aphrodisiac in the drink.

and followed Arabella to this room, she just wanted to see what

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

a glance, his cool lips curling

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

whispering to

off in

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

that, she quickly turned and

narrow eyes followed her retreating figure, his

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

turned, pushing open the door.

caught, and

the wall, her hands

hands, “Did someone drug

a fiery sensation wherever

lifting his chin, leaning in, her eyes

pressed against him, his throat suddenly dry.

was a healthy

like a slippery fish, causing his

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

make a move,

for Percival to push her

down.” Percival’s voice was

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

bit surprised, and a bit mad, then leaned

that a man could

hit Percival’s face, his heat instantly

when he looked down at Vivienne, he saw the cunning

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

her part