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

wrapped around his neck, allowing him to carry her back to the

set her down on

nimbly shifted her position, straddling him instead of the

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

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

her close. "Not

Percival, her breath brushing his face in a

bed, his suit

her legs entwined with his, their gazes deep as

played restlessly at the nape of his neck, pulling at the

the next moment, seated firmly on his

tenderly quenched the thirst of the land beneath

back the intensity of youthful passion about to

commitment recognized at first

sound at the

couch,

concealing the

The knocker was Isolde.

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

embarrassed, Vivienne stood. "Who's looking for

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

got it." With that, Vivienne

a man and a woman about business matters, allowing Cecilia to listen on

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

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

in the living

was descending the staircase, hand in

gaze lingering on Percival, a blush

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