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, stubborn

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

tried to set her down

shifted her position, straddling him instead of the

waist, steadied himself, and sat on the couch, looking up at the mischievous girl above

his neck. "Mr. Wolf,

her close. "Not as

her breath brushing his face in a

pressed Vivienne into the bed, his suit jacket draping over

grew heavy, her legs entwined with

the nape of his neck, pulling at the

next

her lips tenderly quenched the thirst of

back the intensity of youthful passion

responded, affirming a commitment recognized at

knock, knock-the sound at the door broke through the

stood, sat on the couch, and grabbed a

the lipstick mark on

The knocker was Isolde.

face wearing a knowing smile, "Vivienne, I didn't mean to

stood.

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

got it." With that, Vivienne and Percival descended

a man and a woman about business matters, allowing Cecilia to

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

"Mr. Ellington, now that I'm 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 concept. I wonder, do I have

living

the staircase, hand in hand with

on Percival, a blush creeping across her

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