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 effects through sexual intercourse.

in medicine, she knew that this kind of drug wasn’t

kind of funny that Arabella, knowing that she knew medicine, still put an aphrodisiac in her

medical skills were lacking?

bad! She could neutralize the aphrodisiac

Arabella to this room, she just wanted

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

glance, his cool lips curling slightly, “Thomas, push me

sister wants to discuss some private matters with

whispering to Thomas,

that, he wheeled himself off in the direction Arabella

won’t go in.

quickly turned and

eyes followed her retreating figure, his

but he knew she wouldn’t call him over for no reason, let

open the door.

as he closed the door, he was caught, and saw

wall, her hands roaming over his

grabbing her hands, “Did someone

like magic, sparking a fiery sensation wherever they touched.

leaning

pressed against him, his throat suddenly dry.

a healthy

fish, causing his head to buzz as if it were

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

a move, the needle would instantly

didn’t expect was for Percival

down.” Percival’s voice was

body’s reaction hadn’t subsided, he was trying to

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

could resist this kind

face,

down at Vivienne, he saw the cunning in

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

her part