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. "Just like your

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

tried to set her

straddling him instead

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

teasing his neck.

pinning her close. "Not as

her breath brushing his face in a

and pressed Vivienne into the bed, his suit jacket draping

heavy, her legs entwined with his, their

the nape of

flipped them over the next moment, seated

lips tenderly quenched the thirst of the land beneath

the intensity of youthful passion

affirming a commitment recognized

knock, knock-the sound at the door broke through the steamy

couch, and grabbed a bag

his suit, concealing the lipstick mark

The knocker was Isolde.

knowing smile, "Vivienne, I didn't mean to interrupt.

Vivienne stood. "Who's looking

know, a pretty lady, Grandpa's downstairs chatting with her. Oh, and an unfamiliar

that, Vivienne and Percival descended the

a woman about business matters, allowing Cecilia to listen

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

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 fortune of meeting her?" "What do you

living room paused, turning to

was descending the staircase, hand

gaze lingering on Percival,

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