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,

knew

she knew medicine, still

medical

neutralize the aphrodisiac

she drank it and followed Arabella to this room, she

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

her a glance, his cool lips curling

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

to Thomas, “You stay

with that, he wheeled himself off in the direction Arabella

the door, pausing, “I won’t go in.

quickly turned

narrow eyes followed her retreating figure, his stern

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

turned, pushing open the

the door, he was caught, and saw

wall, her hands roaming

her hands,

hands were like magic, sparking a

lifting his chin, leaning in, her eyes

against him, his throat suddenly

was a healthy man!

him, like a slippery fish, causing

between Vivienne’s fingers, poised at the back of

move, the needle

expect was for

calm down.” Percival’s voice

body’s reaction hadn’t subsided, he

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

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

Percival’s face, his

heavy, when he looked down at Vivienne,

her into his arms, his voice low and hoarse, “You’re really

her part well!