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.

taken it, she could only relieve its effects through

Arabella was in medicine, she knew that this kind

Arabella, knowing that she knew

her medical

could neutralize the aphrodisiac in

and followed Arabella to this room, she just wanted to

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

his cool lips curling slightly, “Thomas,

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

eyes flicked up, whispering to

himself off in the

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

quickly turned and left.

narrow eyes followed her retreating figure, his stern face

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

turned, pushing open the door.

caught, and saw Vivienne’s flushed face

her hands roaming over

tensed, grabbing her hands, “Did someone

magic, sparking a fiery sensation wherever

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

she was pressed against him, his throat suddenly

a healthy

him, like a slippery fish, causing his head to

hidden between Vivienne’s fingers, poised at the back of his

to make a move, the needle

for Percival to push her

Percival’s voice was

body’s reaction hadn’t subsided, he was trying

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

believe that a man could resist this

hit Percival’s face, his heat instantly

he looked down at Vivienne, he saw the cunning in her eyes.

arms, his voice low

played her