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.

taken it, she could only

she knew that this

knowing that she knew medicine,

her medical skills were

neutralize the aphrodisiac in

to this room, she just wanted to see what Arabella

approaching Percival, “Mr. Ellington, my sister asked

a glance, his cool lips curling slightly, “Thomas, push me there.”

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

whispering to

himself off in the direction

the door, pausing, “I won’t go in.

she quickly turned and

followed her retreating

knew she wouldn’t call him over for no

turned, pushing open the door.

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

her hands roaming over

hands, “Did someone

like magic, sparking a fiery sensation

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

pressed against him, his throat suddenly

was a

a slippery fish, causing his head to buzz as if it were

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

move, the needle

Vivienne didn’t expect was for

Percival’s voice was

reaction hadn’t subsided, he

bit mad, then leaned

could resist this kind of temptation.

Percival’s face, his heat

a bit heavy, when he looked down

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

played her part well!