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

ring finally irked the frustrated

glance, he snatched up the phone and

voice on the other end paused, then whimpered with a tinge of hurt, "Percival, why are you angry? Did I upset

glance at the caller ID-it

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

sat up; the office was quiet enough that she

from Percival, Isolde's sobs settled,

Mom took 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, was devastated by the grim prognosis, especially since

Mara topped it without competition! Now, learning her face was beyond saving, Mara had shut herself away, with

in a frenzy,

frowned; he knew Mara would not

mom to let Mara

sighed like an old soul, "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 echoed

eyes narrowed. "Isolde,

"Oh my God, there's so much blood. I think Mara

his breath. Mara's defiance was one thing, but scaring his

"I'm on my way."

hurried

home. You don't need to

Mara's stunt was aimed

suicide scare

enduring countless humiliations without a thought of suicide.

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

of this, too. "No worries, I don't want Cecilia to

don't want you compromising yourself," Percival said

of pity, giving them a chance to encroach upon

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