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 only relieve its effects through

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

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

she think her medical skills were

could neutralize the

Arabella to this room, she just wanted to see

sister asked me to bring you to her.

gave her a glance, his cool lips curling slightly,

Arabella quickly intervened, “Mr. Ellington, my sister wants to discuss some private

eyes flicked up, whispering to Thomas, “You stay here.”

he wheeled himself off in the direction Arabella pointed him

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

quickly turned and left.

eyes followed her retreating figure, his

call him over for no reason, let alone discuss personal matters with him.

open the

as he closed the door, he was caught,

wall, her hands roaming over his body.

hands, “Did someone

sparking a fiery

chin slightly, her fingers lightly lifting his chin, leaning

him, his

a

was on him, like a slippery fish, causing his head to buzz

the tiny silver needle hidden between Vivienne’s

a move, the needle would instantly

for Percival to push her away!

calm down.” Percival’s voice was hoarse

reaction hadn’t subsided, he was trying to

bit mad, then leaned into his

a man could

breath hit Percival’s face, his heat

was a bit heavy, when he looked down at Vivienne, he saw the

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

played her part well!