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."

Percival's retreating back. "Just

embrace, her slender arms wrapped

Percival tried to set her down

nimbly shifted her position, straddling him instead of the

at the mischievous girl above him. His Adam's apple bobbed,

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

embrace, pinning her

into Percival, her breath brushing his face in a

into the bed, his suit jacket draping

breathing grew heavy, her legs entwined with his, their

restlessly at the nape of his neck, pulling at the exposed

them over the next

tenderly quenched the

of youthful passion about to fade as

affirming a commitment recognized

knock-the sound at the door broke

on the couch, and grabbed a bag of

concealing the lipstick mark on

The knocker was Isolde.

head appeared, her young face wearing a knowing smile, "Vivienne, I didn't mean to interrupt. Someone's here to see you both. That's why

Vivienne stood.

downstairs chatting with her. Oh, and an

got it." With that, Vivienne

man and a woman about business matters,

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

with Belle, he liked her frankness.

in the living

was descending the staircase, hand in hand

her breath, her gaze lingering on Percival, a

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