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

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

of funny that Arabella, knowing that she

think her medical skills were lacking?

the aphrodisiac

and followed Arabella to this room, she just wanted to see

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

gave her a glance, his cool lips curling

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

eyes flicked up, whispering to Thomas,

in the direction Arabella

the door, pausing, “I won’t go in. I still have

she quickly turned

narrow eyes followed her retreating figure, his stern

wouldn’t call him over for

pushing open the

was caught, and saw Vivienne’s flushed

pushed him against the wall, her hands roaming over his

tensed, grabbing her hands, “Did someone

a fiery sensation

his chin, leaning in, her eyes filled

him, his throat suddenly dry.

a healthy man!

was on him, like a slippery fish, causing his head to buzz as

between Vivienne’s fingers, poised at the back of

make a move, the needle would instantly paralyze

for

Percival’s voice

still flushed, his body’s reaction

mad, then leaned into his ear, whispering

could resist this

breath hit Percival’s face, his heat

down at Vivienne, he saw the cunning in her

pulled her into his arms, his voice low and hoarse, “You’re really something.”

played her part