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

was in medicine, she knew that this kind

it kind of funny that Arabella, knowing that she knew medicine,

think her medical skills were

She could neutralize the aphrodisiac

this room, she just

waited a few minutes before approaching Percival, “Mr. Ellington, my sister asked me to bring you to her. She wants to discuss something with

a glance, his cool lips

to come alone.” Arabella quickly intervened, “Mr. Ellington, my sister wants to discuss

flicked up, whispering to

off in the direction Arabella pointed

go in. I still have guests

that, she quickly turned and left.

followed her retreating figure,

him over for

open

soon as he closed the door, he was caught, and saw Vivienne’s flushed face and hazy

the wall, her hands roaming over his body.

her hands,

a fiery sensation wherever

lifted her chin slightly, her fingers lightly lifting his chin, leaning in, her

she was pressed against him,

a healthy

him, like a slippery fish, causing

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

a move, the needle would instantly

was for Percival

calm down.” Percival’s voice was

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

bit mad, then leaned into his ear,

a man could resist this kind of

hit Percival’s face, his heat

heavy, when he looked down at Vivienne, he

arms, his voice low

played her part