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."

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

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

tried to set her down on

shifted her position, straddling him

wrapped his arms around Vivienne's waist, steadied himself, and sat on the couch, looking up at the mischievous girl above

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

tightened his embrace, pinning her close. "Not as

into Percival, her breath brushing his face in a faint

and pressed Vivienne into the bed, his suit jacket

legs entwined with his,

nape of his neck, pulling at the exposed

the next moment, seated firmly on his

her lips tenderly quenched the thirst

himself, holding back the intensity of youthful passion about to fade as

commitment

at the door broke through the

sat on the couch, and grabbed

concealing the lipstick mark on his

The knocker was Isolde.

face wearing a knowing smile, "Vivienne, I didn't mean to interrupt. Someone's here to see you both. That's why I

embarrassed, Vivienne stood. "Who's

chatting

it." With that, Vivienne

man and a woman about

Belle. She's a famed designer from Omorol Design

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

three in the living room paused,

the staircase,

her breath, her gaze lingering on Percival, a blush

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