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.

was a highly concentrated aphrodisiac, and once she had taken it, she could only relieve its

was in medicine, she knew that this kind of

she knew medicine, still put

medical skills

She could neutralize the

room, she just

before approaching Percival, “Mr. Ellington, my sister asked me to bring you to her.

cool lips curling

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

whispering to Thomas, “You stay here.”

in the direction Arabella pointed him

door, pausing, “I won’t go in. I still have guests to take care

she quickly turned

eyes followed her retreating figure, his stern face

Vivienne many times, but he knew she wouldn’t call him

turned, pushing open

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

wall, her hands roaming

grabbing her hands, “Did

hands were like magic, sparking a

lifting his chin, leaning in, her eyes filled with temptation, “Do you want me?”

she was pressed against him, his

was a

a slippery fish, causing his head to

between Vivienne’s fingers, poised at the back of

move,

for Percival to

calm down.” Percival’s voice was hoarse

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

and a bit mad, then leaned into his

could

hit Percival’s face, his

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

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

played her part well!