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.

wrapped around his

tried to set her down

straddling him instead of the princess

wrapped his arms around Vivienne's waist, steadied himself, and sat on the couch, looking up at the mischievous girl above him. His Adam's apple bobbed,

perched on Percival's lap, her fingertips teasing his neck.

embrace, pinning her

Vivienne leaned into Percival, her breath brushing his

shifted and pressed Vivienne into the bed, his

legs entwined with his,

at the nape of his neck, pulling at

over the next moment,

her lips tenderly quenched the thirst

of youthful passion about

a commitment recognized at first

the door broke through the steamy

the couch, and grabbed

his suit, concealing the lipstick mark on his

The knocker was Isolde.

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

embarrassed, Vivienne stood.

pretty lady, Grandpa's downstairs chatting with her.

Vivienne and

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

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

candor; though it was his first encounter with Belle, he liked her frankness. Belle smiled. "I heard Master Jessica provided

in the living room paused,

descending the staircase,

her breath, her gaze lingering on Percival, a

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