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."

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

into his embrace, her slender arms wrapped around his

inside, Percival tried to set

position, straddling him instead of

sat on the couch, looking up at the mischievous girl above him.

her fingertips teasing his neck. "Mr.

his embrace, pinning her close. "Not as handsome

her breath brushing his face in a faint

the bed, his suit jacket draping over her slender

entwined with his, their gazes

the nape of

flipped them over the next moment,

her lips tenderly quenched the thirst of

intensity of youthful passion about to fade as

responded, affirming a commitment

at the door broke through the

sat on the couch, and grabbed a bag of

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 to

stood. "Who's

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

With that, Vivienne and Percival

conversing with a man and a woman about business

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

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

in the living room paused,

the staircase, hand in hand

her breath, her gaze lingering on Percival,

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