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."

shot a glare at Percival's retreating back. "Just like your father,

her slender arms wrapped around his neck, allowing him to

inside, Percival tried to set her

straddling him

at the

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

embrace, pinning her close. "Not as handsome

into Percival, her breath brushing his face in a

and pressed Vivienne into the bed, his suit

legs entwined with his,

fingers played restlessly at the nape of his neck,

the next moment, seated firmly

tenderly quenched the thirst

holding back the intensity of youthful passion about to fade as

responded, affirming a commitment recognized at first

knock-the sound at the

sat on the couch,

the

The knocker was Isolde.

didn't mean to interrupt.

embarrassed, Vivienne stood.

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

it." With that, Vivienne and Percival descended the

woman about

new Head of Design, Belle. She's a famed designer from

board, I'll be straightforward, and I hope you 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

in the living room paused,

descending the staircase,

her gaze lingering on Percival, a

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