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.

was a highly concentrated aphrodisiac, and once she had taken it,

in medicine, she knew that this kind

of funny that Arabella, knowing that she knew

her medical skills were lacking?

could neutralize the aphrodisiac in the drink.

drank it and followed Arabella to this room,

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

lips curling slightly,

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

up, whispering to Thomas,

off in the direction Arabella pointed him in.

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

quickly

retreating figure,

him over

pushing open the door.

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

him against the wall, her hands roaming

hands, “Did someone drug

like magic, sparking a fiery sensation

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

was pressed against him, his

was a healthy

was on him, like a slippery fish, causing his

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

he dared to make a move, the needle would

didn’t expect was for

Percival’s voice

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

then leaned into

a man could resist

Percival’s face, his heat

down at Vivienne, he saw

pulled her into his arms, his voice low and hoarse,

her