The Million-Dollar Heart

Chapter 632

Percival's words hung heavy in the air as he caught sight of Vivienne's sparkling eyes, realizing he might have said something he should not have. The little minx was clearly looking forward to it.

With a sly grin, Vivienne stepped forward, wrapping her arms around Percival's neck, calling him harsh while pressing her lips to his.

One kiss, no more, no less!

Vivienne was the epitome of a shrewd businesswoman. She adhered to contracts religiously, taking the concept of fair dealing to the next level.

Her reputation was that of a fair and honest trader!

With a single arm, Percival caught Vivienne's waist, pinning her down onto the couch.

His potent presence filled the office, his broad palms gripping Vivienne's slender waist as his other hand braced against the couch, his face inching ever closer.

Vivienne, still clasping Percival's neck with interlocked fingers, arched her back. She curled her lips into a mischievous smile, her gaze lingering on Percival's hormone-charged face for a few seconds. Suddenly, she pushed forcefully against the back of his head, pulling him down with all her might.

Foreplay seemed rather unnecessary.

Their lips intertwined, a maelstrom of intimacy slowly cascading down like a waterfall, weaving into streams of passion.

The hand Percival had on the couch flexed, his fingers, pale as leeks, straining to contain the desires that bubbled from deep within.

This was the office.

Beyond the door were countless employees.

He must not give in to impulse.

Control, control!

But the struggle only made his kisses sweeter, as if dipped in honey, unable to leave the blossoming fields.

of the cell phone went ignored by the pair, lost in

twice, the persistent ring finally irked the frustrated

a glance, he snatched up the

end paused, then whimpered with a tinge of hurt, "Percival, why are you

then did Percival glance at the caller

just didn't notice it was you. I'm sorry. What's

office was quiet enough that she could hear Isolde's cries

Isolde's sobs settled, and

Mara to see a doctor, but they said her face... it can't be fixed. Mara's locked herself in her room crying, and Mom looks so worried." Cecilia had found the best plastic surgeon for Mara, but the poison from Keco, coupled with the long-unhealed infection, left the scars beyond repair. Mara, who had harbored hope,

rankings, but Elite University had started a cruel joke with a 'Buffoon Ranking,' and Mara topped it without

in a frenzy, begging Mara to

would

to let

Mara, a living, breathing person?

narrowed. "Isolde,

so much blood. I think

breath. Mara's defiance was one

"I'm on my way."

Percival hurried off, and Vivienne

I'll take you home. You don't need to come with

Mara's stunt was

suicide scare was

all the way to Rivenwood, enduring countless humiliations without

suicide attempt now? Clearly, it was a ploy to make Cecilia swallow her pride and

was well aware of this, too. "No worries,

don't want you compromising yourself," Percival said

allow Vivienne to indulge others out of

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