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.

a highly concentrated aphrodisiac, and once she had taken it, she could only relieve its

competent Arabella was in medicine, she knew that

it kind of funny that Arabella, knowing that she knew medicine, still put an aphrodisiac in

her medical skills were

neutralize the aphrodisiac in the

and followed Arabella to this room, she just wanted to see what Arabella was

before approaching Percival, “Mr. Ellington, my sister asked me to bring you

lips curling

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

whispering to Thomas, “You

with that, he wheeled himself off in the direction Arabella pointed him

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

that, she quickly turned and left.

followed her retreating figure, his stern

wouldn’t call him

open the

the door, he was caught, and saw Vivienne’s flushed

wall, her hands

tensed, grabbing her hands, “Did someone

sparking a

fingers lightly lifting his chin, leaning in,

was pressed against him, his throat

a

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

he didn’t notice was the tiny silver needle hidden between

move, the needle would

for Percival to

Vivienne, calm down.” Percival’s voice

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

a bit mad, then leaned into his

a man could resist this

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

heavy, when he looked down at Vivienne, he saw the cunning

his arms, his voice low and hoarse,

her part