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 could only relieve its effects through sexual

medicine, she knew

that she

she think her medical skills

could neutralize the aphrodisiac in

Arabella to this room, she

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

lips curling

“Mr. Ellington, my sister wants to discuss some private matters with you. It

to

with that, he wheeled himself off in the direction

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

quickly

narrow eyes followed her retreating figure, his stern face

he knew she wouldn’t call him over

turned, pushing open

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

against the wall, her hands roaming over his

grabbing her hands, “Did someone drug

magic, sparking a fiery sensation wherever

her fingers lightly lifting his chin, leaning in, her

him, his throat suddenly dry.

was a healthy

fish, causing his head to buzz as if it were about

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

he dared to make a move, the needle would instantly paralyze

expect was for

Percival’s

his body’s reaction hadn’t subsided,

leaned into his

didn’t believe that a man could resist

warm breath hit Percival’s face, his

when he looked down at Vivienne, he saw the cunning in her

voice low

her part well!