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, stubborn as a

slender arms wrapped around his neck,

to set her

straddling him instead

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

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

her close. "Not as handsome as

leaned into Percival, her breath brushing his face in

the bed, his

her legs entwined with his, their gazes

nape of

flipped them over the next moment, seated firmly on

down, her lips tenderly quenched the thirst of the land beneath

restrained himself, holding back the intensity of youthful passion about to fade as

a commitment recognized at

sound at the door broke through the

sat on the couch, and grabbed a bag of

the

The knocker was Isolde.

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

Vivienne stood. "Who's looking

know, a pretty lady, Grandpa's downstairs chatting with her.

got it." With that, Vivienne and Percival

was conversing with a man and a woman about business

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

hope you won't mind." "Speak your mind." Richard always appreciated candor; though it was his first encounter with Belle, he liked her frankness.

three in the living room paused,

descending the staircase, hand

gaze lingering on Percival, a blush creeping across her

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