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."

at Percival's retreating back.

wrapped

set her down on

her position, straddling

around Vivienne's waist, steadied himself, and sat on the couch, looking up at the mischievous girl above him. His Adam's apple bobbed,

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

tightened his embrace, pinning her close.

breath brushing his face

into the bed, his suit jacket

heavy, her legs entwined with his, their gazes deep as the

of his

over the next

her lips tenderly quenched the

of youthful passion about to fade as he approached

commitment recognized at first

sound at the door

couch, and grabbed a

concealing the lipstick mark on his

The knocker was Isolde.

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

embarrassed, Vivienne stood.

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

that, Vivienne and Percival

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

Belle. She's a famed designer from Omorol Design Company. The hit

always appreciated candor; though it was his first encounter with Belle, he liked

the living room

descending the staircase, hand in

breath, her gaze lingering on

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