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.

had taken it, she

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

kind of funny that Arabella, knowing that she knew medicine, still

medical

neutralize the aphrodisiac in the drink.

it and followed Arabella to this room, she

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

her a glance, his cool lips curling slightly,

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

flicked up, whispering to Thomas, “You

wheeled himself off in the direction Arabella pointed him

“I won’t go in. I

quickly turned and

narrow eyes followed her retreating figure, his

wouldn’t call him over for

pushing open the door.

closed the door, he was caught, and saw

wall, her

her hands, “Did someone

were like magic, sparking a

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

she was pressed against him, his

was a healthy man!

on him, like a slippery fish, causing

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

a move, the needle would instantly paralyze

expect was for Percival to push

Percival’s voice was hoarse

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

a bit surprised, and a bit mad, then leaned into his ear, whispering seductively, “Don’t you want

could resist this kind of

hit Percival’s face, his

looked down at Vivienne, he

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

her