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

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

inside, Percival tried to set her down on

shifted her position, straddling him

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

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

pinning her

Percival, her breath brushing his

Percival shifted and pressed Vivienne into the bed,

heavy, her legs entwined with

the nape of his neck, pulling at

them over the next moment, seated firmly on

down, her lips tenderly quenched the thirst of the

back the intensity of youthful passion about to fade as he

commitment recognized

at the door broke through

swiftly stood, sat on the couch, and grabbed a

the

The knocker was Isolde.

head appeared, her young face wearing a knowing smile, "Vivienne, I didn't mean to interrupt. Someone's

embarrassed, Vivienne stood. "Who's looking for

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

got it." With that, Vivienne and Percival descended

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

new Head of Design, Belle. She's a famed designer from Omorol Design Company. The hit designs from last year?

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

living

descending the staircase, hand in

on Percival, a blush creeping across

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