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.

concentrated aphrodisiac, and once she had taken it, she could only

she knew that this kind of drug wasn’t available

funny that Arabella, knowing that she

medical skills were

She could neutralize the aphrodisiac in the

followed Arabella to this room,

left, Vivienne waited a few minutes before approaching Percival, “Mr. Ellington, my sister asked me to bring you to

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

quickly intervened, “Mr. Ellington, my sister wants to

up, whispering to Thomas, “You stay here.”

that, he wheeled himself off in the direction

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

that, she quickly

her retreating figure, his stern

call him over for no reason, let

pushing open the door.

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

her hands

hands, “Did someone

were like magic, sparking a fiery sensation

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

him, his throat suddenly dry.

a

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

tiny silver needle hidden between

he dared to make a move, the needle would instantly paralyze

was for Percival to push her away!

down.” Percival’s voice was

face was still flushed, his body’s reaction

surprised, and a bit mad, then leaned into his ear, whispering seductively, “Don’t you want

a man could

Percival’s face, his heat

heavy, when he looked down at Vivienne, he saw the cunning in her

his voice

her