The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne)

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."Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

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?"

Her hands were like magic, sparking a fiery sensation wherever they touched.

Vivienne lifted her chin slightly, her fingers lightly lifting his chin, leaning in, her eyes filled with

temptation, "Do you want me?"

When she was pressed against him, his throat suddenly dry.

He was a healthy man!

Right now, this young girl was on him, like a slippery fish, causing his head to buzz as if it were about to

explode.

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

of his neck.

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

What Vivienne didn't expect was for Percival to push her away!

"Ms. Vivienne, calm down." Percival's voice was hoarse.

His handsome face was still flushed, his body's reaction hadn't subsided, he was trying to resist.

Vivienne was a bit surprised, and a bit mad, then leaned into his ear, whispering seductively, "Don't you

want me?"

She didn't believe that a man could resist this kind of temptation.

Her warm breath hit Percival's face, his heat instantly rising again.

Percival's breathing was a bit heavy, when he looked down at Vivienne, he saw the cunning in her

eyes.

He pulled her into his arms, his voice low and hoarse, "You're really something."

She played her part well!

If he wasn't good at reading people, he might have been fooled.

But even if he hadn't seen through her act, he wouldn't have done anything.

He wasn't the type to take advantage of someone in a vulnerable state.

Vivienne's expression stiffened a bit, seemingly not expecting Percival to see through her act, "You

figured it out?"

She was confident in her acting skills, even though she had never been intimate with anyone, she had

seen the effects of the drug.

So, she could easily mimic the effects of the aphrodisiac.

But she didn't expect Percival to figure it out so quickly.

This was a surprise.

But then again, a man with no physical impairments, not even a slight illness, pretending to be

disabled, how could he be dumb?

It made sense that he figured it out.

"You're a good actress!" Percival looked at her, "But I believe if you can cure poison, you can neutralize

an aphrodisiac."

Her eyes were beautiful.

Vivienne paused, then seemed to realize something, a smile appearing on her face, "So, are you

threatening me?"

"Not at all." Percival sat in his wheelchair, stating a fact, "We are engaged."

The implication was clear - they were family.

Where was the threat in that?

Vivienne's brows furrowed slightly, a smile in her eyes, "So, fiancé, what would you do if someone tried

to harm me?"

"Anyone who tries to harm my fiancée should get a sound beating!"

"How would you beat them?"

"Slap them in the face."