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."

back. "Just like

wrapped around his neck, allowing him to carry

set her down on

her position, straddling

sat on the couch, looking up at the mischievous girl above him. His Adam's apple bobbed, his eyes

lap, her fingertips teasing his

embrace, pinning her close. "Not as

into Percival, her breath brushing his face

and pressed Vivienne into the bed, his suit jacket draping over her slender

breathing grew heavy, her legs entwined with his, their gazes deep as

at the nape of his

over the next

quenched the thirst of the land beneath

holding back the intensity of youthful passion

responded, affirming a commitment recognized at first

knock-the sound at the door broke through

swiftly stood, sat on the couch, and

the

The knocker was Isolde.

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

Vivienne stood. "Who's looking

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

Vivienne and

man and a woman about business matters,

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

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

three in the living room paused, turning to

the staircase, hand in hand

her breath, her gaze lingering on

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