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 your father,

Percival, Vivienne snuggled into his embrace, her slender arms wrapped around his

to set her down on the

straddling him instead of the princess

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

lap, her fingertips teasing his

his embrace, pinning her

into Percival, her breath brushing his

the bed, his suit

heavy, her legs entwined with his,

played restlessly at the nape of his neck,

the next moment, seated

her lips tenderly quenched the thirst of the land

back the intensity of youthful passion about to fade as he approached

a commitment

at the door broke through the

on the couch, and

concealing the lipstick mark on

The knocker was Isolde.

didn't mean to interrupt. Someone's here to see you both.

bit embarrassed, Vivienne stood. "Who's looking

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

got it." With that, Vivienne

woman about business matters, allowing Cecilia to listen on the

is our new Head of Design, Belle. She's

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,

the living room paused, turning to

was descending the staircase, hand in

her gaze lingering on Percival, a blush creeping across

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