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.

once she had taken it, she could

she wasn’t sure how competent Arabella was in medicine, she knew that

knowing that she knew

think her medical skills were lacking?

the aphrodisiac in the drink.

why she drank it 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 her. She

lips curling slightly,

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

whispering to

in the direction Arabella pointed him

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

that, she quickly turned and left.

her retreating figure,

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

pushing open the door.

door, he was caught, and saw Vivienne’s

her hands roaming over

tensed, grabbing her hands, “Did someone drug

sparking a

her chin slightly, her fingers lightly lifting his chin, leaning in,

pressed against him, his throat suddenly

a healthy

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

was the tiny silver needle hidden between Vivienne’s fingers, poised at the

a move, the needle would instantly

for Percival to push her

Vivienne, calm down.” Percival’s voice was hoarse

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

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

could resist this

face, his heat instantly

was a bit heavy, when he looked down

pulled her into his arms, his voice low and hoarse, “You’re really something.”

her part