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.

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

how competent Arabella was in medicine, she knew that

funny that Arabella, knowing that she knew medicine, still put an

think her medical skills

bad! She could neutralize the aphrodisiac in the

room, she just wanted to see what Arabella

Ellington, my sister asked me to bring

her a glance, his cool lips curling

wants to discuss some private matters with you. It wouldn’t be appropriate with

flicked up, whispering to Thomas,

himself off in

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

she quickly turned

retreating figure, his stern

knew she wouldn’t call him over for no

turned, pushing open the

caught, and saw Vivienne’s flushed face and hazy

the wall, her hands roaming over his body.

tensed, grabbing her hands, “Did someone drug you?”

like magic, sparking a fiery sensation wherever

lightly lifting his chin, leaning in, her

him, his throat

a healthy

like a slippery fish, causing his head

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

to make a move, the needle would instantly paralyze

for Percival to

down.” Percival’s voice was

was still flushed, his body’s reaction hadn’t subsided,

bit mad, then leaned

man could resist this kind of

breath hit Percival’s face, his heat

he looked down

into his arms, his voice

played her