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, she could only

wasn’t sure how competent Arabella was in medicine, she knew that this

Arabella, knowing that she knew medicine,

medical skills

bad! She could neutralize the aphrodisiac

followed Arabella to this room, she just wanted to see

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

gave her a glance, his cool lips curling

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

flicked up, whispering to Thomas, “You

off in the direction Arabella

door, pausing, “I won’t go in.

she quickly turned

retreating figure, his stern

many times, but he knew she wouldn’t call him over for no reason, let alone discuss personal matters with him.

open the door.

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

her hands roaming

grabbing her hands, “Did someone drug you?”

a

lightly lifting his chin, leaning

she was pressed against him, his throat suddenly dry.

a healthy

on him, like a slippery fish, causing

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

make a move, the

for Percival to push

Vivienne, calm down.” Percival’s voice was hoarse

handsome face was still flushed, his body’s reaction hadn’t subsided, he was trying

a bit surprised, and a bit mad, then leaned into his ear, whispering seductively, “Don’t you want me?”

a man could resist this kind of

hit Percival’s face,

a bit heavy, when he looked down at Vivienne, he saw the cunning

into his arms, his voice

played her