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."

retreating back. "Just like your father, stubborn as

Vivienne snuggled into his embrace, her slender arms wrapped around his neck, allowing him to carry

Percival tried to set her down on

Vivienne nimbly shifted her position, straddling him instead of the

arms around Vivienne's waist, steadied himself, and sat on the couch, looking up at the mischievous girl above him. His Adam's apple bobbed, his eyes filled with barely restrained

lap, her fingertips teasing his neck.

embrace, pinning her close. "Not as handsome

Vivienne leaned into Percival, her breath brushing his face

the bed,

breathing grew heavy, her legs entwined with his, their gazes deep

restlessly at the nape of his neck, pulling at the exposed

them over the next moment, seated firmly on his

tenderly quenched the thirst of the land

himself, holding back the intensity of youthful passion about to fade as

affirming a commitment recognized

knock, knock-the sound at the

the couch, and grabbed a bag of

concealing the lipstick mark on

The knocker was Isolde.

young face wearing a knowing smile, "Vivienne, I didn't mean to interrupt. Someone's

embarrassed, Vivienne stood. "Who's looking for

a pretty lady, Grandpa's downstairs chatting with

With that, Vivienne

woman about

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

I hope you won't mind." "Speak your mind." Richard always appreciated candor; though it was his first encounter with Belle, he liked her frankness. Belle smiled. "I heard Master Jessica

three in the living room paused, turning

the staircase,

on Percival,

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