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

she knew that this kind of drug wasn’t available on

knowing that she

her medical skills were lacking?

bad! She could neutralize the aphrodisiac

room, she

a few minutes before approaching Percival, “Mr. Ellington, my sister asked

glance, his cool lips curling

wants to discuss some

whispering to Thomas,

off in the direction Arabella pointed

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

quickly

retreating

wouldn’t call him over for no reason, let alone discuss personal matters

pushing open the door.

door, he was caught, and

against the wall, her hands roaming over his body.

tensed, grabbing her hands,

sparking a fiery sensation

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

against him, his throat suddenly dry.

was a

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

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

dared to make a move, the needle

expect was for Percival to

Vivienne, calm down.” Percival’s voice was hoarse

face was still flushed, his body’s reaction hadn’t subsided, he was trying to resist..

bit surprised, and a bit mad, then leaned

a man could

Percival’s face,

was a bit heavy, when he looked down at Vivienne, he saw the cunning in

into his arms, his voice

her