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."

back. "Just

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

set her down

Vivienne nimbly shifted her position, straddling him instead

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

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

his embrace, pinning her close.

Percival, her breath brushing

and pressed Vivienne into the bed, his suit jacket draping over her slender

entwined with his, their

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

over the next moment,

down, her lips tenderly quenched the thirst of the land

youthful passion

affirming a commitment recognized at first

at the door broke through the steamy

couch, and grabbed a bag

concealing the lipstick mark

The knocker was Isolde.

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

embarrassed, Vivienne stood.

pretty lady, Grandpa's downstairs chatting with

Vivienne

a woman about business matters, allowing Cecilia to listen

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

on 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

in the living room

was descending the staircase, hand in hand with

gaze lingering on Percival, a blush creeping across

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