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 only relieve its effects through sexual intercourse.

competent Arabella was in medicine, she knew that this kind of drug

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

think her medical

bad! She could neutralize the

this room, she just wanted to see what Arabella was up

sister asked me to bring you to her. She

his cool lips curling slightly, “Thomas, push me

you to come alone.” Arabella quickly intervened, “Mr. Ellington, my sister wants

up, whispering to Thomas, “You stay here.”

in the direction Arabella pointed him in.

pausing, “I won’t go in. I

she quickly

followed her retreating figure, his stern face

met Vivienne many times, but he knew she wouldn’t call him over for no reason, let alone discuss personal matters with him.

pushing open the door.

closed the door, he was caught,

against the wall, her hands

tensed, grabbing her hands, “Did someone drug

hands were like magic, sparking a

chin, leaning in, her eyes filled with temptation, “Do you want

him, his

a healthy man!

like a slippery fish, causing his head to buzz as

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

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

Vivienne didn’t expect was for Percival to

calm down.” Percival’s voice was hoarse

reaction hadn’t subsided, he was trying

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

believe that a man could resist this kind

breath hit Percival’s face,

when he looked down at

arms, his voice low and

her part