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.

taken it, she could only relieve its

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

knowing that she knew

think her medical

the aphrodisiac in the

she drank it and followed Arabella to this room, she just wanted to see what

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

lips curling slightly, “Thomas,

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

whispering to Thomas, “You

in the direction Arabella

go in. I still have

quickly turned and

her retreating figure, his stern

he knew she wouldn’t call him over for

open the

the door, he was caught, and saw Vivienne’s flushed

the wall, her hands roaming over

grabbing her hands, “Did someone drug you?”

sparking a fiery sensation wherever

fingers lightly lifting his chin, leaning

against him, his throat suddenly dry.

was a healthy

him, like a slippery fish, causing his head to buzz as

the tiny silver needle hidden between

he dared to make a move, the needle

expect was for

calm down.” Percival’s voice was

his body’s reaction hadn’t subsided, he was trying to

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

a man could resist this kind of temptation.

face, his heat instantly

he looked down at Vivienne, he saw the cunning

arms, his voice low

her