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

his embrace, her slender arms wrapped around his

inside, Percival tried to set her

shifted her position, straddling

and sat on the couch, looking up at the mischievous girl above him. His Adam's apple

his neck.

embrace, pinning her close. "Not as

breath brushing his face in

the bed, his suit jacket draping over her

grew heavy, her legs entwined with his,

of his

next moment, seated firmly on his

her lips tenderly quenched the

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

a commitment recognized

knock-the sound at the door broke through the

couch, and grabbed

his suit, concealing the lipstick mark on his

The knocker was Isolde.

I didn't mean

stood.

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

that, Vivienne and Percival descended

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

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

Belle, he liked her frankness. Belle smiled. "I heard Master Jessica provided the latest jewelry concept. I

the living room paused, turning

was descending the staircase, hand

on Percival, a

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