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.

Arabella, knowing that she knew medicine, still put

she think her medical skills were lacking?

bad! She could neutralize the

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

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

his cool lips curling slightly,

“Mr. Ellington, my sister wants to

eyes flicked up, whispering to Thomas,

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

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

that, she quickly

narrow eyes followed her retreating figure,

wouldn’t call him over for no reason, let alone discuss personal matters

pushing open the

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

her hands roaming over his body.

her hands, “Did

magic, sparking a fiery sensation wherever they

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

pressed against him, his

a healthy man!

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

hidden between

he dared to make a move, the needle would instantly

expect was for Percival to push her away!

down.” Percival’s voice was hoarse

handsome face was still flushed, his body’s reaction

surprised, and a bit mad, then leaned

a man could

breath hit Percival’s face, his

down at

pulled her into his arms, his voice

her part well!

at reading people, he might have been