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.

of funny that Arabella, knowing that she

she think her medical

bad! She could neutralize the aphrodisiac in the drink.

followed Arabella to this room, she just wanted

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

lips

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

up, whispering to Thomas, “You stay

off in

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

quickly turned

her retreating figure, his stern face

call him over for no reason, let alone discuss personal

pushing open

was caught, and saw Vivienne’s flushed face and hazy eyes.

against the wall, her hands

grabbing her hands,

like magic, sparking a fiery

lifting his chin, leaning in, her eyes filled with temptation, “Do

pressed against him, his

a healthy

slippery fish, causing

notice was the tiny silver needle hidden between Vivienne’s fingers, poised at the back of his

he dared to make a move, the needle would

expect was for Percival to push her

calm down.” Percival’s voice

reaction hadn’t subsided, he

a bit mad, then leaned into his ear, whispering seductively,

believe that a man could resist this kind

face, his

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

into his arms, his voice low and hoarse,

her part

good at reading people, he