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.

was a highly concentrated aphrodisiac, and once she had taken it, she could

was in medicine, she knew that this kind of drug wasn’t available on the market.

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

she think her medical skills were lacking?

the aphrodisiac in the drink.

and followed Arabella to this room,

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

glance, his cool lips curling

wants to discuss some private matters with you. It wouldn’t be appropriate

up, whispering to

that, he wheeled himself off in the direction Arabella pointed him in.

door, pausing, “I won’t go

she quickly turned

her retreating figure, his stern

him over for

pushing open the door.

he was caught, and saw Vivienne’s flushed face and hazy

pushed him against the wall, her

her hands, “Did

like magic, sparking a

lifting his chin, leaning

pressed against him,

a healthy man!

young girl was on him, like a slippery fish, causing his head to buzz as if it were about to

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

make a move, the

was for Percival to push

down.” Percival’s

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

bit mad, then leaned into his ear, whispering seductively, “Don’t

man could resist this kind

warm breath hit Percival’s face, his

down at Vivienne,

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

played her part