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.

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

she knew that this kind of drug

that she knew medicine, still

she think her medical skills were lacking?

could neutralize the aphrodisiac in the

this room, she just wanted to see

few minutes before approaching Percival, “Mr. Ellington, my sister asked me to bring you to her.

lips curling slightly,

my sister wants to discuss some private

eyes flicked up, whispering to Thomas, “You

off in the direction Arabella pointed

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

that, she quickly turned and

her retreating figure, his stern face

knew she wouldn’t call him over for no reason, let

open the

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

wall, her hands

hands, “Did someone

sparking a fiery sensation

lightly lifting his chin, leaning in,

she was pressed against him,

was a healthy

fish, causing his head to buzz as if it were

tiny silver needle hidden between Vivienne’s fingers, poised

he dared to make a move, the needle would

for Percival to push her away!

calm down.” Percival’s voice

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

leaned into his ear, whispering seductively, “Don’t you

a man could resist

face, his heat instantly rising

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

voice

played her part