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.

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

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

she knew medicine, still put

medical

bad! She could neutralize the

to this room, she just wanted

sister asked me

cool lips curling slightly,

quickly intervened, “Mr. Ellington, my sister wants to discuss some private matters with you. It wouldn’t be

to Thomas,

that, he wheeled himself off in the direction

to the door, pausing, “I won’t go in.

quickly turned and

eyes followed her retreating figure,

wouldn’t call him over for no reason,

open the

was caught, and saw Vivienne’s flushed face and hazy eyes.

against the wall, her

tensed, grabbing her hands, “Did someone drug you?”

a fiery sensation wherever they

his chin, leaning in, her

him,

was a healthy

on him, like a slippery fish, causing

between Vivienne’s fingers, poised at the back

a move, the needle would instantly paralyze him.

didn’t expect was for Percival to

calm down.” Percival’s

reaction hadn’t subsided, he was

surprised, and a bit mad, then leaned into

that a man could resist

Percival’s face, his heat instantly rising

bit heavy, when he looked down at Vivienne, he saw

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

played her