The Million-Dollar Heart

Chapter 463

Vivienne glanced over and could not help but marvel.

"Damn, he's handsome!"

Mr. Wolf was not wrong; Flynn was a knockout!

He had that refined, aristocratic charm with just a hint of rebellion-undeniably attractive.

A different breed from Percival entirely.

But she still thought Mr. Wolf was the handsomest of them all.

That did not stop her from acknowledging Flynn's appeal, though.

"Gorgeous," Vivienne said, stars practically twinkling in her eyes.

There it was, her weakness for a pretty face had kicked in!

Isolde wrapped her arms around Vivienne's neck, her tiny finger pressed to her lips, "Shh, Percival can't hear you call another man handsome, though I admit, Uncle Flynn is quite a looker." Vivienne flipped to another photo—this one a selfie.

The girl in it was turned away, her back to Flynn, who was facing the camera, her hair cascading down like a waterfall.

Isolde peeked at the picture and said, "That's Uncle Flynn's girlfriend. I adore her hair-it's like a cascade."

Vivienne nodded, about to say more when Percival snatched the phone away.

His fingers danced over the screen, swiftly deleting Flynn from Cecilia's photo album.

Cecilia yelped, giving Percival a playful slap. "Hey, what are you doing deleting your uncle?!"

In a fit of jealousy, Percival plucked Isolde from Vivienne's embrace, swiped a few snack bags, and whisked Vivienne away.

Isolde stared at the half-empty snack bag and sighed like a tiny adult. "Boy, jealous men are scary."

back. "Just like your father,

snuggled into his embrace, her slender arms wrapped around his

to set her down on the

position, straddling him instead of the

looking up at the mischievous girl

his neck. "Mr. Wolf,

pinning her close. "Not as

into Percival, her breath

Percival shifted and pressed Vivienne into the bed, his suit

entwined with his, their gazes deep as the

fingers played restlessly at the nape of his neck, pulling at the

over the next moment, seated

the thirst of the land beneath

himself, holding back the intensity of youthful passion about to

commitment

knock-the sound at the door broke through

on the couch,

his suit, concealing the

The knocker was Isolde.

knowing smile, "Vivienne, I didn't mean to interrupt. Someone's here to see

Vivienne stood. "Who's looking

pretty lady, Grandpa's downstairs chatting

that, Vivienne and Percival descended the

Richard was conversing with a man and a woman about

man from Ellington Group's HR department said, "this is our new Head of Design, Belle. She's

your mind." Richard always appreciated candor; though it was his first encounter with Belle, he liked

in the living room paused, turning

descending the staircase, hand

gaze lingering on

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