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

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

Percival tried to set her down on

straddling him instead of the

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

on Percival's lap, her fingertips teasing his neck.

embrace, pinning her close. "Not as handsome

breath brushing his

shifted and pressed Vivienne into the bed, his suit jacket

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

at the nape of his neck, pulling at the exposed

the next moment,

her lips tenderly quenched the thirst of the land beneath

restrained himself, holding back the intensity of youthful passion about

a commitment recognized at

sound at the door

stood, sat on the couch,

concealing the

The knocker was Isolde.

little head appeared, her young face wearing a knowing smile, "Vivienne, I didn't mean to interrupt. Someone's here to see you both. That's why

Vivienne stood. "Who's looking

lady, Grandpa's downstairs chatting with her.

it." With that, Vivienne and Percival descended the

Richard was conversing with a man and a woman about business matters, allowing Cecilia

new Head of Design, Belle. She's a

mind." Richard always appreciated candor; though it was his first encounter with Belle, he liked her frankness. Belle smiled. "I heard Master

the living room

staircase, hand in hand

her breath, her gaze lingering on Percival, a blush creeping across

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