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.

knowing that she knew medicine, still

think her medical skills

She could neutralize the aphrodisiac in the

she drank it and followed Arabella to this room, she just wanted to

“Mr. Ellington, my sister asked me to bring you to her. She

gave her a glance, his cool lips curling

Ellington, my sister wants to discuss some private matters

to

with that, he wheeled himself off in

go in. I

quickly turned and left.

her retreating figure, his stern face cold.

he knew she wouldn’t call him over for no reason, let

turned, pushing open the

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

her hands roaming over

tensed, grabbing her hands, “Did someone

sparking a fiery sensation wherever they touched.

her fingers lightly lifting his chin, leaning

against him, his throat

was a healthy man!

a slippery fish, causing his

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

to make a move, the needle would instantly paralyze him.

for

Percival’s

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

and a bit mad, then leaned into his ear, whispering seductively, “Don’t you want

believe that a man could

breath hit Percival’s face, his

bit heavy, when he looked down at Vivienne, he saw

into his arms, his voice

her

good at reading people, he might have been fooled.