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

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

that Arabella, knowing that she knew medicine, still put an aphrodisiac in her drink.

her medical

the aphrodisiac

for why she drank it and followed Arabella to this room, she just wanted to see

approaching Percival, “Mr. Ellington, my sister asked me to bring you to her. She wants to discuss something with

his cool lips curling

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

eyes flicked up, whispering to Thomas,

off in the direction

go

quickly turned and left.

retreating figure, his stern

call him over for no reason, let alone

turned, pushing open the door.

the door, he was caught, and saw

her

tensed, grabbing her hands, “Did someone drug

like magic, sparking a fiery sensation wherever they

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

pressed against him, his throat suddenly

a healthy

him, like a slippery fish, causing his head to buzz as if it were about to

hidden between Vivienne’s fingers, poised at the

a move, the needle would instantly paralyze him.

for Percival to

Vivienne, calm down.” Percival’s voice was

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

was a bit surprised, and a bit mad, then leaned

that a man could

hit Percival’s face, his heat instantly

down at Vivienne, he

his voice low and hoarse, “You’re really

her part well!