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."

retreating back. "Just like your father, stubborn as a

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

set her down

shifted her position, straddling him instead of the

at the mischievous girl above

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

tightened his embrace, pinning her close. "Not as handsome as

leaned into Percival, her breath brushing his face in a

Percival shifted and pressed Vivienne into the bed, his suit jacket draping over her slender

breathing grew heavy, her legs entwined with his, their gazes deep

the nape of his

next moment, seated firmly on

down, her lips tenderly quenched the thirst

of youthful

commitment

at the door

couch, and grabbed a bag

adjusted his suit, concealing the lipstick mark on his

The knocker was Isolde.

young face wearing a knowing smile, "Vivienne, I didn't mean

stood. "Who's

chatting with her. Oh, and an

With that, Vivienne and Percival descended the

man and a woman about business matters, allowing Cecilia to

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

on board, I'll be straightforward, and I hope you won't mind." "Speak your mind." Richard always appreciated candor; though it was his first encounter with Belle, he liked her frankness.

the living room

was descending the staircase, hand in hand with

her breath, her gaze lingering on

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