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

Arabella was in medicine, she knew that this

it kind of funny that Arabella, knowing that she

her medical skills were lacking?

bad! She could neutralize the aphrodisiac in the drink.

followed Arabella to this room, she just wanted to

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

a glance, his cool lips curling slightly, “Thomas, push me there.”

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

flicked up, whispering to Thomas, “You

he wheeled himself off in the direction Arabella pointed him

“I won’t go

that, she quickly turned

narrow eyes followed her retreating figure,

he knew she wouldn’t call him over

open the door.

soon as he closed the door, he was caught, and saw Vivienne’s flushed face and hazy

her

her hands,

hands were like magic, sparking a fiery sensation

her fingers lightly lifting his chin, leaning in, her eyes filled with

against him,

was a healthy

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

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

make a move, the needle

for

Percival’s

reaction hadn’t subsided, he was trying to resist..

a bit surprised, and a bit mad, then leaned into his ear, whispering seductively, “Don’t

didn’t believe that a man could resist this

Percival’s face, his heat

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

into his arms, his voice low and hoarse,

her part