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.

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

how competent 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

She could neutralize the aphrodisiac in the drink.

it and followed Arabella to this room, she

approaching Percival, “Mr. Ellington, my sister asked me to bring you

cool lips curling slightly, “Thomas, push

“Mr. Ellington, my sister wants to discuss some private matters with you. It wouldn’t be appropriate with others

eyes flicked up, whispering to

off in the

door, pausing, “I won’t go

quickly turned and left.

eyes followed her retreating figure, his stern face cold.

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

turned, pushing open the door.

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

her hands

grabbing her hands,

were like magic, sparking a fiery sensation wherever they

chin, leaning in, her eyes filled with temptation, “Do you

him, his throat

a healthy

this young girl was on him, like a slippery fish, causing his head to buzz as if

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

dared to make a move, the needle would

was for Percival to push

calm down.” Percival’s voice was hoarse

his body’s reaction hadn’t subsided, he was

mad, then leaned into his

man could resist this kind of

face, his heat instantly

was a bit heavy, when he looked down at

into his arms, his voice low

played her part well!