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 only relieve its

medicine, she knew

that she knew medicine, still put an aphrodisiac in her

medical skills were lacking?

neutralize the aphrodisiac in

followed Arabella to this room, she just wanted to see what Arabella

Percival, “Mr. Ellington, my sister asked me to bring

gave her a glance, his cool lips curling slightly, “Thomas, push me

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

to Thomas,

he wheeled himself off in the

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

that, she quickly turned

eyes followed her retreating

call him over for no

pushing open the

caught, and saw Vivienne’s flushed

her hands

grabbing her hands, “Did someone

were like magic, sparking a fiery

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

him, his throat

a

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

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

to make a move, the needle would instantly

didn’t expect was for Percival to push her

calm down.” Percival’s voice was

flushed, his body’s reaction hadn’t subsided,

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

didn’t believe that a man could resist

Percival’s face, his heat

when he looked down

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

her part