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 only

sure how competent Arabella was in medicine, she knew that this kind of drug

she knew

think her medical skills

bad! She could neutralize the aphrodisiac in the

to this room, she just wanted to see what Arabella was up

sister

his cool lips curling slightly, “Thomas,

alone.” Arabella quickly intervened, “Mr. Ellington, my sister wants to discuss some private matters with

eyes flicked up, whispering to Thomas, “You stay here.”

he wheeled himself off in

him to the door, pausing, “I won’t go in. I

quickly turned and left.

eyes followed her retreating figure, his stern

call him over for

pushing open

caught, and saw Vivienne’s

him against the wall, her

her hands, “Did someone drug

like magic, sparking a fiery

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

him,

a healthy

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

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

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

didn’t expect was for Percival to push her

calm down.” Percival’s voice was hoarse

flushed, his body’s reaction hadn’t subsided, he was trying to resist..

mad, then leaned into his ear, whispering

didn’t believe that a man could resist

Percival’s face,

breathing was a bit heavy, when he looked down at

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

her part