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

snuggled into his embrace, her slender arms wrapped around his neck,

inside, Percival tried to set her down on the

Vivienne nimbly shifted her position, straddling him

the couch, looking up at the mischievous

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

pinning her close. "Not

Vivienne leaned into Percival, her breath

into the bed, his suit jacket

breathing grew heavy, her legs entwined with his,

the nape of his neck,

over the next moment, seated firmly

tenderly quenched the thirst of

youthful

responded, affirming a commitment recognized at first

the door broke through the steamy

the couch, and grabbed a bag of

the lipstick mark on

The knocker was Isolde.

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

stood. "Who's

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

Vivienne and Percival descended

a woman about

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

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

the living room paused, turning to

staircase, hand in

on Percival, a blush creeping across her

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