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

arms wrapped around his neck, allowing him to carry

Percival tried to set

position, straddling

steadied himself, and sat on the couch, looking up at the

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

her close. "Not as handsome as

into Percival, her breath brushing his face in a faint

the bed, his suit jacket draping

entwined with his,

at the nape of his neck, pulling at

them over the next moment, seated firmly

tenderly quenched the thirst of the land beneath

youthful passion about to fade

commitment

sound at the door broke

stood, sat on the couch, and grabbed a bag of

the lipstick mark on

The knocker was Isolde.

I didn't mean to

embarrassed, Vivienne stood.

chatting with her. Oh, and an unfamiliar

that, Vivienne and

a woman about business

Head of Design, Belle. She's

first encounter with Belle, he liked her frankness. Belle smiled. "I heard Master

in the living room

staircase, hand in

her gaze lingering on

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