The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne) novel 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.

She found it kind of funny that Arabella, knowing that she knew medicine, still put an aphrodisiac in her drink.

Did she think her medical skills were lacking?

Too bad! She could neutralize the aphrodisiac in the drink.

As for why she drank it and followed Arabella to this room, she just wanted to see what Arabella was up to.

After Arabella left, Vivienne waited a few minutes before approaching Percival, "Mr. Ellington, my sister asked me to bring you to her. She wants to discuss something with you."

Percival gave her a glance, his cool lips curling slightly, "Thomas, push me there."

"My sister asked you to come alone." Arabella quickly intervened, "Mr. Ellington, my sister wants to discuss some private matters with you. It wouldn't be appropriate with others present."

Percival's eyes flicked up, whispering to Thomas, "You stay here."

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

Arabella led him to the door, pausing, "I won't go in. I still have guests to take care of."

With that, she quickly turned and left.

Percival's narrow eyes followed her retreating figure, his stern face cold.

He hadn't met Vivienne many times, but he knew she wouldn't call him over for no reason, let alone discuss personal matters with him.

He turned, pushing open the door.

As soon as he closed the door, he was caught, and saw Vivienne's flushed face and hazy eyes.

Vivienne pushed him against the wall, her hands roaming over his body.

Percival tensed, grabbing her hands, "Did someone drug you?"