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."

retreating back.

wrapped around his neck, allowing him to carry her back

inside, Percival tried to set her

her position, 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 Adam's

teasing his neck. "Mr.

embrace, pinning her

breath brushing his

Vivienne into the bed, his suit jacket draping over her

her legs entwined with his,

fingers played restlessly at the nape of his neck, pulling at the exposed

next moment,

tenderly quenched the thirst of

intensity of youthful passion about to fade as he

a commitment

the door

on the couch, and grabbed a

his suit, concealing the lipstick mark on

The knocker was Isolde.

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

Vivienne stood. "Who's looking

know, a pretty lady, Grandpa's downstairs chatting

got it." With that, Vivienne and Percival

a woman about business matters, allowing

said, "this is our new Head of Design, Belle. She's a famed designer from Omorol Design Company. The hit designs from last

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.

living room

descending the staircase,

gaze lingering on Percival, a blush

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