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.

ring finally

glance, he snatched up the phone and barked,

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

at the caller ID—it

it was you. I’m sorry.

was quiet enough that

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

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

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

who had harbored hope, was devastated by the grim prognosis, especially since she

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

learning her face was beyond saving, Mara had shut herself away, with Cecilia keeping vigil all

was in a frenzy, begging Mara to open

would not settle

to let Mara

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

they spoke, Cecilia’s shouts for help

eyes narrowed. “Isolde,

God, there’s so much blood. I think Mara tried to kill

defiance was one thing, but scaring his mother and

“I’m on my way.”

hurried off, and Vivienne followed

you home. You

stunt was

scare was

countless humiliations without a thought of suicide.

to make

aware of this, too. “No

I don’t want you compromising

out of

person was his own family! He would not let her

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

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