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."

a glare at Percival's retreating back. "Just like your father, stubborn as

wrapped around his neck, allowing him

to set her down

Vivienne nimbly shifted her position, straddling him instead of the princess

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

Percival's lap, her fingertips teasing his neck. "Mr. Wolf, your

her

leaned into Percival, her breath brushing his face in a

bed,

grew heavy, her legs entwined with his, their gazes

at the nape of his

next

quenched the thirst

back the intensity of youthful passion about

commitment recognized at first

the door broke through the

couch,

adjusted his suit, concealing the lipstick mark on

The knocker was Isolde.

"Vivienne, I didn't mean to interrupt. Someone's here to see you both. That's why I

stood. "Who's

know, a pretty lady, Grandpa's downstairs chatting with her. Oh,

Vivienne and Percival descended the

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

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

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

the living room paused, turning to

was descending the staircase, hand in hand with

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

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