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.

concentrated aphrodisiac, and once she had taken it, she could only relieve

knew that this kind of

that she knew medicine, still put an aphrodisiac

medical

could neutralize the aphrodisiac in the drink.

room, she just wanted

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

lips curling slightly, “Thomas, push

intervened, “Mr. Ellington, my sister wants

whispering to Thomas, “You stay

himself off in the direction

“I won’t go in. I still have guests to take care

quickly turned and left.

narrow eyes followed her retreating figure, his stern face

met Vivienne many times, but he knew she wouldn’t call him over for no reason, let

turned, pushing open the door.

he was caught, and saw Vivienne’s flushed face and

pushed him against the wall, her hands roaming over his

grabbing her hands, “Did

were like magic, sparking a fiery

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

was pressed against him, his throat

was a healthy man!

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

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

a move,

expect was for Percival to push her

down.” Percival’s voice was hoarse

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

leaned into his

believe that a man could resist this kind of

hit Percival’s face, his heat instantly

heavy, when he looked down at Vivienne, he saw the cunning

voice low and hoarse,

her