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.

highly concentrated aphrodisiac, and once she had taken it,

sure how competent Arabella was in medicine, she knew that this

that Arabella, knowing that she

medical skills were lacking?

bad! She could neutralize the aphrodisiac in the

this room,

Ellington, my sister asked

lips

my sister wants to discuss some private matters with you. It wouldn’t be appropriate with others present.”

up, whispering to Thomas, “You stay here.”

in the

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

she quickly turned and

followed her retreating

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

pushing open the door.

as he closed the door, he was caught,

him against the wall, her hands roaming

hands,

hands were like magic, sparking a fiery sensation wherever they touched.

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

him, his

was a

causing his

hidden between Vivienne’s fingers, poised at

a move, the needle would instantly paralyze

expect was for Percival to

Percival’s voice was hoarse

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

mad, then leaned into his ear, whispering seductively, “Don’t you want me?”

a man could resist this kind

hit Percival’s face, his heat

bit heavy, when he looked down at

voice low and hoarse, “You’re really

played her part