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.

and once she had taken it, she could only relieve its effects through

knew that this kind of drug wasn’t available on the market.

knowing that she knew medicine, still put an

medical

could neutralize the aphrodisiac in the

this room, she just wanted to see what Arabella was

my sister asked me to bring

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

my sister wants to discuss

flicked up, whispering to Thomas,

that, he wheeled himself off in

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

she quickly turned and left.

her retreating figure, his stern face cold.

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

turned, pushing open

door, he was caught, and saw

her hands roaming

her hands, “Did someone drug

a fiery sensation wherever

chin, leaning

against him,

was a

a slippery fish, causing his head to buzz as

between Vivienne’s

make a move,

was for Percival to push her

down.” Percival’s

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

bit mad, then leaned into his ear, whispering seductively, “Don’t you

a man could

hit Percival’s face, his heat

breathing was a bit heavy, when he looked down at

pulled her into his arms, his voice

played her part