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.

she had taken it, she could only relieve its

knew that this

that she knew

she think her medical skills were lacking?

She could neutralize the aphrodisiac in the drink.

for why she drank it and followed Arabella to this room, she just

Ellington, my sister asked me to bring you

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

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

whispering to Thomas, “You stay

that, he wheeled himself off in the

the door, pausing, “I won’t go

that, she quickly

retreating figure, his

him over for no reason, let alone

open the

the door, he was caught, and

her hands roaming over

hands, “Did someone drug you?”

magic, sparking a fiery sensation

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

him, his

a healthy man!

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

hidden between Vivienne’s fingers,

he dared to make a move, the needle

expect was for Percival to push her

down.” Percival’s

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

bit mad, then leaned

could resist this kind

face, his heat

he looked down at Vivienne,

her into his arms, his voice low and hoarse,

her