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.

aphrodisiac, and once she had taken it, she could only relieve its

medicine, she knew that this kind of drug wasn’t available on the market.

knowing that she

she think her medical skills were

bad! She could neutralize the aphrodisiac in the drink.

to this room, she just wanted to

approaching Percival, “Mr. Ellington, my sister asked

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

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

whispering to

he wheeled himself off in the direction Arabella

won’t go in. I still have guests to take care of.”

quickly turned and

narrow eyes followed her retreating

he knew she wouldn’t call him over for

open

he was caught, and

him against the wall, her hands roaming over his body.

hands, “Did someone

like magic, sparking a fiery sensation wherever they touched.

chin, leaning in, her

pressed against him, his throat

a healthy

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

was the tiny silver needle hidden between Vivienne’s fingers, poised

to make a move, the needle would instantly paralyze him.

didn’t expect was for

Vivienne, calm down.” Percival’s voice

still flushed, his body’s reaction hadn’t

a bit surprised, and a bit mad, then leaned into

man could resist this

breath hit Percival’s face, his

when he looked down at Vivienne, he saw the cunning in her

pulled her into his arms, his voice low and hoarse, “You’re

her part well!