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.

concentrated aphrodisiac, and once she had taken it, she could only relieve its effects through sexual

how competent Arabella was in medicine, she knew

Arabella, knowing that she knew medicine,

she think her medical skills

the aphrodisiac in the drink.

room,

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

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

intervened, “Mr. Ellington, my sister wants to discuss some private matters with you.

flicked up, whispering to

himself off in

won’t go in. I still have guests to

she quickly turned

followed her retreating figure, his stern

knew she wouldn’t call him over for no reason, let alone discuss personal matters with

turned, pushing open the

he closed the door, he was caught, and

pushed him against the wall, her hands roaming over

grabbing her hands, “Did

like magic, sparking a fiery sensation wherever

her fingers lightly lifting his chin, leaning in,

against him,

a healthy man!

slippery fish, causing his head to buzz as if it were

notice was the tiny silver needle hidden between Vivienne’s fingers, poised at the back of his neck.

move,

didn’t expect was for

down.” Percival’s voice was

his body’s reaction hadn’t

mad, then leaned into his ear,

a man could resist

breath hit Percival’s face, his

bit heavy, when he looked down at Vivienne, he saw the cunning in her eyes.

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

played her part