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."

back. "Just like your father, stubborn

arms wrapped around his neck, allowing

tried to set her

Vivienne nimbly shifted her position, straddling him instead of the

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

perched on Percival's lap, her fingertips teasing his neck. "Mr. Wolf, your uncle

embrace, pinning her close. "Not as handsome as

Vivienne leaned into Percival, her breath brushing his

pressed Vivienne into the bed,

with his, their gazes deep

fingers played restlessly at the nape of his

the next moment, seated firmly on his

down, her lips tenderly quenched the thirst

back the intensity of youthful passion about to

affirming a commitment

knock, knock-the sound at the

sat on the couch,

the lipstick mark on

The knocker was Isolde.

knowing smile, "Vivienne, I didn't mean to interrupt. Someone's here

Vivienne stood. "Who's looking

downstairs chatting with her. Oh, and an unfamiliar

Vivienne and

woman about business matters, allowing Cecilia to

the man from Ellington Group's HR department said, "this is our new Head of Design, Belle. She's a famed designer from Omorol Design Company. The hit designs from last

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

in the living room

descending the staircase, hand in hand with

her breath, her gaze lingering on Percival,

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