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.

highly concentrated aphrodisiac, and once she had taken it, she

she knew

that Arabella, knowing that she knew medicine, still

medical

the aphrodisiac in the

this room, she just wanted to see what Arabella was up

Vivienne waited a few minutes before approaching Percival, “Mr. Ellington, my sister asked

his cool lips curling slightly, “Thomas,

to come alone.” Arabella quickly intervened, “Mr. Ellington, my sister wants to discuss some private matters with you.

flicked up, whispering to Thomas,

in the direction Arabella

go in. I still have guests to take care

that, she quickly

narrow eyes followed her retreating figure, his

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

turned, pushing open

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

wall, her hands roaming over his

her hands,

were like magic, sparking a fiery sensation wherever they touched.

her chin slightly, her fingers lightly lifting his chin, leaning in, her eyes filled with temptation,

him,

was a healthy man!

this young girl was on him, like a slippery fish, causing his head to buzz as if it were about to

hidden between Vivienne’s fingers,

move, the needle would

Vivienne didn’t expect was for

calm down.” Percival’s voice was

body’s reaction hadn’t subsided, he was

bit mad, then leaned into his ear, whispering

could resist

face,

was a bit heavy, when he looked down at

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

her part