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,

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

Percival tried to set

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 with

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

pinning her

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

shifted and pressed Vivienne into the bed, his

grew heavy, her legs entwined with

nape of his neck, pulling

over the next moment, seated firmly on

down, her lips tenderly quenched the

intensity of youthful passion about to fade as he approached

commitment

knock-the sound at the door broke

on the couch, and grabbed

suit, concealing the lipstick mark on

The knocker was Isolde.

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

stood. "Who's looking for

lady, Grandpa's downstairs chatting

Vivienne and Percival descended

and a woman about business matters, allowing

department said, "this is our new Head of Design, Belle. She's a famed designer from Omorol Design Company. The

"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 latest jewelry concept. I wonder, do I have the fortune of meeting her?" "What do you need with Master Jessica?" Suddenly,

the living

descending the staircase, hand in

her breath, her gaze lingering on Percival, a blush

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