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."

a glare at Percival's retreating back. "Just like your father,

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

tried to set her down on

straddling him

up at the mischievous girl above him. His Adam's apple bobbed, his eyes filled with barely

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

pinning her close.

into Percival, her breath brushing his face in a

pressed Vivienne into the bed, his

entwined with his, their gazes deep as

nape of his neck, pulling at the exposed

next moment, seated firmly on

lips tenderly quenched the thirst

back the intensity of youthful passion about to fade

responded, affirming a commitment

the door broke through the steamy

the couch, and

adjusted his suit, concealing the lipstick mark on his

The knocker was Isolde.

smile, "Vivienne, I didn't mean

bit embarrassed, Vivienne stood.

chatting with her. Oh, and an

got it." With that, Vivienne and

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

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

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 the

the living room paused, turning to

was descending the staircase, hand in

gaze lingering on

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