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,

in medicine, she knew that this kind

Arabella, knowing that she

medical skills

the aphrodisiac in

it 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 slightly,

“Mr. Ellington, my sister wants to discuss some

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

off in the direction Arabella pointed him

pausing, “I won’t go in. I still have guests to

she quickly turned and

her retreating figure, his stern face cold.

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

turned, pushing open the

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

him against the wall, her hands roaming over his

grabbing her hands, “Did someone

like magic, sparking a fiery

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

him, his throat suddenly dry.

a healthy

like a slippery fish, causing his

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

a move, the needle

didn’t expect was for Percival to push

Vivienne, calm down.” Percival’s voice

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

and a bit mad, then leaned into

didn’t believe that a man could resist this kind of

breath hit Percival’s face, his

a bit heavy, when he looked down at

her into his arms, his voice low and

played her