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.

had taken it, she could only relieve its effects through sexual intercourse.

knew

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

her medical skills were lacking?

neutralize the aphrodisiac in the

room,

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

glance, his cool lips curling slightly, “Thomas, push

sister wants to discuss some private matters

flicked up, whispering to Thomas, “You stay here.”

wheeled himself off in the direction Arabella

pausing, “I won’t go in.

quickly turned and left.

retreating figure, his stern face cold.

call him over for no reason, let alone discuss personal matters with

pushing open

caught, and saw Vivienne’s flushed

her hands roaming over his body.

tensed, grabbing her hands, “Did someone

a fiery sensation

his chin, leaning in, her eyes filled with temptation, “Do

was pressed against him,

a healthy

fish, causing his head to buzz as

between

a move, the needle would instantly

Vivienne didn’t expect was for Percival

down.” Percival’s voice

reaction hadn’t subsided, he was trying

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

that a man could resist this kind of temptation.

hit Percival’s face, his

when he looked down at

pulled her into his arms, his voice low and

played her part