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

she knew that this kind of drug wasn’t available

of funny that Arabella, knowing that she

her medical skills were

neutralize the aphrodisiac

to this room, she just wanted to

“Mr. Ellington, my sister asked me to bring you to her. She wants to

lips curling slightly, “Thomas, push me there.”

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

up, whispering to Thomas, “You

off in the direction Arabella pointed him in.

led him to the door, pausing, “I won’t go in. I still have guests to

quickly turned and

her retreating figure, his stern face cold.

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

open

was caught, and saw Vivienne’s flushed

the wall, her

tensed, grabbing her hands, “Did someone drug you?”

like magic, sparking a

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

she was pressed against him, his

a healthy

slippery fish, causing his

didn’t notice was the tiny silver needle hidden between Vivienne’s fingers, poised at the back

a move, the needle would

for Percival to push

Vivienne, calm down.” Percival’s voice

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

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

a man could resist

hit Percival’s face, his heat instantly rising again.

was a bit heavy, when he looked down at Vivienne, he saw

his voice low

her