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.

a highly concentrated aphrodisiac, and once she had taken it,

sure how competent Arabella was in medicine, she knew that

Arabella, knowing that she knew medicine, still put an aphrodisiac in

think her medical

the

Arabella to this room, she just wanted to see

few minutes before approaching Percival, “Mr. Ellington, my sister asked me to bring

gave her a glance, his cool lips curling

quickly intervened, “Mr. Ellington, my sister wants

up, whispering to

that, he wheeled himself off in the

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

quickly turned and left.

narrow eyes followed her retreating figure, his stern face cold.

knew she wouldn’t call him

open the door.

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

wall, her hands

hands, “Did

a fiery

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

pressed against him,

a

now, this young girl was on him, like a slippery fish, causing his head to buzz as if it were

between Vivienne’s fingers, poised at the back

dared to make a move, the needle would

for Percival

Percival’s voice

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

and a bit mad, then leaned into his

could resist this kind

warm breath hit Percival’s face, his heat

he looked down at Vivienne, he saw the cunning in

her into his arms, his voice

played her part