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.

she had taken it, she could only

wasn’t sure how competent Arabella was in medicine, she knew that this kind

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

she think her medical skills were

She could neutralize the aphrodisiac

followed Arabella to this room,

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

a glance, his cool lips curling

quickly intervened, “Mr. Ellington, my sister wants to discuss some private matters with you. It wouldn’t

eyes flicked up, whispering to Thomas, “You stay

in the direction Arabella pointed

“I won’t go

she quickly turned

her retreating figure,

call him over

pushing open

the door, he was caught, and saw

against the wall, her hands roaming

her hands, “Did someone drug you?”

hands were like magic, sparking a fiery sensation

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

against him, his throat

a

a slippery fish, causing his

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

make a move, the needle would instantly paralyze him.

was for Percival to push her away!

down.” Percival’s voice

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

a bit surprised, and a bit mad, then leaned into his ear, whispering

believe that a man could resist

Percival’s face, his heat

a bit heavy, when he looked down at Vivienne,

arms, his voice low

her