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 finally irked the frustrated

glance, he snatched up the

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

then did Percival glance at the caller ID—it was

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

quiet enough that she could hear Isolde’s cries

cajoling from Percival, Isolde’s sobs settled, and she slowly revealed her reason

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

the poison from Keco, coupled with the long-unhealed infection, left the scars beyond

grim prognosis, especially since she had already

beauty rankings, but Elite University had started a cruel joke with

herself away, with Cecilia

a frenzy,

knew Mara would not settle down

mom to let Mara

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

help echoed through the phone. “Someone,

narrowed.

much

breath. Mara’s defiance was one thing,

“I’m on my way.”

call, Percival hurried

you home. You don’t

Mara’s stunt

suicide scare was

Rivenwood, enduring countless humiliations without a thought of suicide. Her facial scars were not

Clearly, it was a ploy to make Cecilia swallow her pride

too. “No worries, I don’t want

don’t want you compromising yourself,”

never allow Vivienne to indulge others out of pity, giving them a

own family! He would not let her do something

shrugged with a nonchalant smile. “Mr. Wolf, I’m not compromising at all. In fact, I find it kind

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