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

wasn’t sure how competent Arabella was in medicine, she knew that

kind of funny that Arabella, knowing that she knew medicine, still

she think her medical skills

She could neutralize the aphrodisiac in

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

Arabella left, Vivienne waited a few minutes before approaching Percival, “Mr. Ellington, my sister asked

lips curling slightly,

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

eyes flicked up, whispering to Thomas, “You stay

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

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

that, she quickly

her retreating figure, his

Vivienne many times, but he knew she wouldn’t call him over for no reason, let alone discuss personal matters with him.

open the

he was caught, and

him against the wall, her hands

tensed, grabbing her hands, “Did

like magic, sparking a fiery sensation

his chin, leaning in, her eyes filled with temptation, “Do you want

pressed against him,

was a healthy

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

notice was the tiny silver needle hidden between

move,

expect was for Percival to push her

down.” Percival’s voice was

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

a bit surprised, and a bit mad, then leaned

could resist

Percival’s face, his heat

when he looked down at Vivienne, he

his arms, his voice low and hoarse, “You’re really

her part