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.

the persistent ring finally irked the frustrated

a glance, he snatched up the phone and

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

it was you. I’m sorry.

was quiet enough that she could

sobs settled, and she slowly

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

for Mara, but the poison from Keco, coupled with the long-unhealed infection, left the scars

had harbored hope, was devastated by the grim prognosis, especially since she had already been the talk of the

Elite University had started a cruel joke with a ‘Buffoon

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

was in a frenzy, begging Mara to

he knew Mara would not settle down so

to let

softened up just seeing a puppy’s video online. How could she ignore Mara, a living, breathing

they spoke, Cecilia’s shouts for help echoed

narrowed. “Isolde, what’s

God, there’s so much blood. I think

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

“I’m on my way.”

the call, Percival hurried off, and Vivienne followed

you home. You

Mara’s stunt

suicide scare

crawled from M State all the way to Rivenwood, enduring countless humiliations without a thought of suicide. Her facial scars were not new

it was a ploy to make Cecilia

“No worries, I don’t

I don’t want you compromising yourself,”

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

his own family! He would not

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

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