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.

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

the persistent ring

up

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

Percival glance at the caller ID-it was

was you. I'm sorry. What's so important that you

office was quiet enough that she could

cajoling from Percival, Isolde's sobs settled, and she slowly revealed 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

a cruel joke with a 'Buffoon Ranking,' and Mara topped it without competition! Now, learning her face was beyond saving, Mara had shut herself away, with Cecilia keeping

in a frenzy, begging Mara to

would not settle down

to

"Mom softened up just seeing a puppy's video online. How could she ignore Mara, a living, breathing person? She can't just let her be." As they spoke, Cecilia's shouts for help

narrowed. "Isolde,

God, there's so much blood. I think Mara tried

Mara's defiance was one thing, but scaring his mother

"I'm on my way."

hurried off,

I'll take you home. You

knew Mara's stunt was aimed

suicide scare was

Rivenwood, enduring countless humiliations without a thought of

it was a ploy to make Cecilia swallow her pride and beg Vivienne for

of this, too. "No worries, I

don't want you

indulge others out of pity, giving them

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