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

in medicine, she knew that this kind of drug wasn’t available

funny that Arabella, knowing that she knew

she think her medical

She could neutralize the aphrodisiac in the drink.

to this room, she

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

lips curling slightly,

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

flicked up, whispering to

wheeled himself off in the

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

quickly

eyes followed her retreating figure,

she wouldn’t call him

pushing open the door.

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

the wall, her hands

her hands,

like magic, sparking a fiery

lightly lifting his chin, leaning in, her eyes filled with temptation, “Do you want me?”

pressed against him, his throat

was a healthy man!

was on him, like a slippery fish, causing his head to buzz as

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

move, the needle would instantly

expect was for Percival to push

Percival’s

reaction hadn’t subsided, he was

leaned into his ear, whispering

believe that a man could resist this kind

face, his

was a bit heavy, when he looked down at

his arms, his voice low

her