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 like your father,

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

set her down on

shifted her position, straddling him instead of the princess

waist, steadied himself, and sat on the couch, looking up at the

her fingertips teasing his neck. "Mr. Wolf, your

his embrace, pinning her close. "Not as handsome as

Vivienne leaned into Percival, her breath brushing his face in

pressed Vivienne into the bed, his suit jacket

grew heavy, her legs entwined with his,

fingers played restlessly at the nape of his neck,

flipped them over the next moment, seated firmly

her lips tenderly quenched the thirst of the

of youthful passion about to fade

affirming a commitment recognized

knock, knock-the sound at the door broke

swiftly stood, sat on the couch,

suit, concealing the lipstick mark on

The knocker was Isolde.

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

stood. "Who's

lady, Grandpa's downstairs chatting with

it." With that, Vivienne and Percival descended

Richard was conversing with a man and a woman about business matters, allowing Cecilia to

Ellington Group's HR department said, "this is our new Head of Design, Belle.

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

in the living room paused, turning to

descending the staircase, hand

her breath, her gaze lingering on Percival, a blush creeping across her

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