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 an aphrodisiac

think her medical skills were lacking?

bad! She could neutralize the

followed Arabella to this room, she just wanted to

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

gave her a glance, his cool lips curling

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

to Thomas, “You stay

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

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

she quickly

followed her retreating figure, his stern

knew she wouldn’t call him over for no

open the

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

wall, her

tensed, grabbing her hands, “Did someone drug you?”

a fiery sensation wherever they

his chin, leaning

she was pressed against him, his throat suddenly

a healthy

a slippery fish, causing his

didn’t notice was the tiny silver needle hidden between Vivienne’s fingers, poised at the back

to make a move, the needle would

expect was for Percival to push her

Vivienne, calm down.” Percival’s voice

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

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

a man could resist this

face, his heat

looked down at Vivienne, he saw

his arms, his voice low

her part

reading people, he might