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.

aphrodisiac, and once she had taken it, she could

was in medicine, she knew

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

think her medical skills were lacking?

bad! She could neutralize the

Arabella to this room, she just

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

cool lips curling

come alone.” Arabella quickly intervened, “Mr. Ellington, my sister wants to discuss some private matters with you. It wouldn’t be appropriate with others present.”

whispering to

off in the direction

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

quickly turned

eyes followed her retreating figure, his stern face

she wouldn’t call him over for no

open the door.

caught, and saw

the wall, her hands roaming over his

hands, “Did someone drug

like magic, sparking a fiery

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

was pressed against him, his throat

was a healthy man!

now, this young girl was on him, like a slippery fish, causing his head

he didn’t notice was the tiny silver needle hidden between Vivienne’s

dared to make a move,

didn’t expect was for Percival to push

calm down.” Percival’s

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

mad, then leaned into his ear, whispering

could resist this kind of temptation.

face,

he looked down at Vivienne, he saw the cunning

voice low and hoarse, “You’re really something.”

her