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

knew that this kind of drug wasn’t

that she

think her medical skills were

could neutralize the aphrodisiac

this room, she

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

lips curling

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

to Thomas,

off in the direction Arabella pointed him in.

pausing, “I won’t go in.

quickly turned and left.

followed her retreating figure, his stern face

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

open the

closed the door, he was caught, and saw Vivienne’s flushed face and hazy eyes.

him against the wall, her hands roaming

tensed, grabbing her hands, “Did someone

magic, sparking a fiery sensation wherever

slightly, her fingers lightly lifting his chin, leaning in, her eyes filled with temptation, “Do you want

she was pressed against him, his throat suddenly

was a

slippery fish, causing his head to buzz as

needle hidden between

he dared to make a move,

for Percival to

calm down.” Percival’s voice was hoarse

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

and a bit mad, then leaned into his ear, whispering

could resist

hit Percival’s face, his

down at Vivienne, he saw

pulled her into his arms, his voice low and

her