The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

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.

It was a highly concentrated aphrodisiac, and once she had taken it, she could only relieve its effects through sexual intercourse.

While she wasn’t sure how competent Arabella was in medicine, she knew that this kind of drug wasn’t available on the market.

funny that Arabella, knowing that she knew medicine, still

her medical skills

could neutralize the aphrodisiac in the

Arabella to this room, she just wanted to see what Arabella

Arabella left, Vivienne waited a few minutes before approaching Percival, “Mr. Ellington, my sister asked me to

his cool lips curling

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

to

in the

won’t go in. I still

that, she quickly turned and left.

her retreating figure, his

hadn’t met Vivienne many times, but he knew she wouldn’t call him over for no reason, let alone

turned, pushing open the

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

the wall, her hands

tensed, grabbing her hands, “Did someone

like magic, sparking a fiery sensation wherever they touched.

leaning in, her eyes filled

was pressed against him, his

was a

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

needle hidden between Vivienne’s fingers, poised at the

he dared to make a move,

was for

Vivienne, calm down.” Percival’s

body’s reaction hadn’t

and a bit mad, then leaned into his

didn’t believe that a man could

Percival’s face, his heat

looked down at Vivienne, he saw the

his voice low and

her

reading people, he might have been