The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

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.

The sudden ring of the cell phone went ignored by the pair, lost in each other’s entanglement.

twice, the persistent ring

up the phone and barked,

on the other end paused, then whimpered with a tinge of hurt, “Percival, why

then did Percival glance at the

tone softened, “No, Isolde, I just didn’t notice it was you.

was quiet enough that she could hear Isolde’s cries

cajoling from Percival, Isolde’s sobs settled,

a doctor, but they said her face… it can’t be fixed. Mara’s

found the best plastic surgeon for Mara, but the poison from Keco, coupled with the long-unhealed infection, left

the grim prognosis, especially since she had already been the talk

but Elite University had started a cruel joke with a ‘Buffoon Ranking,’ and

herself away, with Cecilia keeping vigil all night to

Cecilia was in a frenzy,

he knew Mara would not settle

mom to let Mara

seeing a puppy’s video online. How could she ignore

help echoed through the phone. “Someone,

narrowed.

there’s so much blood. I think Mara

Mara’s defiance was one thing, but

“I’m on my way.”

the call, Percival hurried off,

You don’t

Mara’s stunt was

suicide scare

from M State all the way to Rivenwood, enduring countless

Clearly, it was a ploy to make Cecilia swallow

was well aware of this, too. “No worries, I don’t want Cecilia to

I don’t want you compromising

of pity, giving

He would not

Wolf, I’m not compromising at all. In fact, I

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