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."

back. "Just like

arms wrapped around his neck, allowing

Percival tried to set her down

position, straddling him instead of

waist, steadied himself, and sat on the couch, looking up at the mischievous

his

her close. "Not as

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

and pressed Vivienne into the bed, his suit jacket

breathing grew heavy, her legs entwined with

nape of his neck, pulling at

flipped them over the next

lips tenderly quenched the

holding back the intensity of youthful passion about to fade as he

commitment recognized at

at the door broke through the steamy

couch,

adjusted his suit, concealing the lipstick mark on

The knocker was Isolde.

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

embarrassed, Vivienne stood. "Who's looking for

lady, Grandpa's downstairs chatting with her.

Vivienne and Percival descended

and a woman about business matters, allowing Cecilia

"this is our new Head of Design, Belle. She's a

"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

in the living

the staircase, hand

breath, her gaze lingering on Percival,

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