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.

taken it, she could only relieve its effects through

Arabella was in medicine, she knew that this kind of drug wasn’t available

knowing that she knew medicine, still put

she think her medical skills were lacking?

the

drank it and followed Arabella to this room, she just wanted to

approaching Percival, “Mr. Ellington, my sister asked me to bring you to her. She wants to discuss something with you.”

lips curling slightly,

my sister wants to discuss some private matters with you.

eyes flicked up, whispering to Thomas, “You stay

he wheeled himself off in the direction Arabella pointed him

door, pausing, “I won’t go in. I still have guests to take care

quickly turned and

her retreating figure,

hadn’t met Vivienne many times, but he knew she wouldn’t call him over for no reason, let alone

pushing open the

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

her

tensed, grabbing her hands, “Did someone drug

a fiery sensation

lightly lifting his chin, leaning in, her eyes filled with temptation,

pressed against him, his throat suddenly dry.

was a healthy man!

him, like a slippery fish, causing his head to

between Vivienne’s fingers, poised

dared to make a move, the needle would instantly

expect was for Percival to push her

down.” Percival’s voice was hoarse

his body’s reaction hadn’t

surprised, and a bit mad, then leaned into

believe that a man could resist this kind of

warm breath hit Percival’s face,

breathing was a bit heavy, when he looked down

his arms, his voice

played her