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."

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

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

inside, Percival tried to set her down

her position, straddling him

Vivienne's waist, steadied himself, and sat on the couch, looking up at the mischievous girl above him. His Adam's apple bobbed,

his neck.

her close. "Not as handsome

Vivienne leaned into Percival, her breath brushing his face in a

pressed Vivienne into the bed, his suit

her legs entwined with his, their gazes deep

nape of his neck, pulling

the next

her lips tenderly quenched the thirst of the land

intensity of youthful

a commitment recognized at

knock, knock-the sound at the door broke through the steamy

stood, sat on the couch, and grabbed a

adjusted his suit, concealing the lipstick mark on

The knocker was Isolde.

didn't mean to interrupt. Someone's here

stood. "Who's looking for

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

Vivienne and Percival descended the

woman about

our new Head of Design, Belle. She's a famed designer from Omorol Design Company. The hit designs from last year? That

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 provided the

the living room paused,

descending the staircase, hand in hand

gaze lingering on Percival, a blush creeping

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