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 it, she

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

knowing that she knew medicine, still put an aphrodisiac

think her medical skills

the aphrodisiac in

room,

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

lips curling slightly,

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

whispering to

with that, he wheeled himself off in the direction

won’t go in. I still

she quickly turned

eyes followed her retreating figure,

he knew she wouldn’t call him over

turned, pushing open the door.

was caught, and saw Vivienne’s flushed face

him against the wall, her hands roaming

her hands,

hands were like magic, sparking a fiery sensation wherever they

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

him,

a

causing his head to buzz as if it were

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

to make a move, the needle would instantly paralyze him.

expect was for

down.” Percival’s voice was hoarse

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

leaned into

a man could resist this kind

Percival’s face, his heat instantly rising again.

when he looked down at Vivienne,

his voice low

played her