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.

once she had taken it,

she knew that this kind of

it kind of funny that Arabella, knowing that she

her medical skills

could neutralize the aphrodisiac in

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

her a glance, his cool lips curling slightly, “Thomas, push me

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

up, whispering to Thomas,

with that, he wheeled himself off in the direction Arabella pointed him

won’t go in. I still have guests to take

she quickly turned

narrow eyes followed her retreating

call him over for

open

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

pushed him against the wall, her

her hands, “Did

hands were like magic, sparking a fiery sensation wherever they

slightly, her fingers lightly lifting his chin, leaning in, her eyes filled with temptation, “Do you

she was pressed against him, his throat suddenly dry.

a

this young girl was on him, like a slippery fish, causing his head

between

he dared to make a move, the needle would

expect was for Percival

down.” Percival’s voice

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

then leaned into his ear,

believe that a man could resist this kind of

face, his heat

was a bit heavy, when he looked down at Vivienne, he saw the

arms, his voice low

played her