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.

persistent ring

a glance, he snatched up the

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

Percival glance at the caller ID—it was

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

up; the office was quiet enough that she

cajoling from Percival, Isolde’s sobs settled,

doctor, but they said her face… it can’t be fixed. Mara’s locked herself in her room crying, and Mom

for Mara, but the poison from Keco, coupled with

by the grim prognosis, especially since she had already been

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

her face was beyond saving, Mara had shut herself away, with

Cecilia was in a frenzy, begging Mara to

knew Mara would

mom to let Mara

puppy’s video online. How could she ignore Mara, a living, breathing

Cecilia’s shouts for help echoed through the

eyes narrowed.

much blood. I

his breath. Mara’s defiance was one

“I’m on my way.”

call, Percival hurried off, and Vivienne

you home. You don’t need to come

stunt was aimed

suicide scare was

the way to Rivenwood, enduring countless humiliations

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

this, too. “No worries, I don’t want Cecilia

I don’t want you compromising yourself,”

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

was his own family! He would not

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

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