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."

shot a glare at Percival's retreating back.

Vivienne snuggled into his embrace, her slender arms wrapped around his neck,

Percival tried to set

straddling

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

lap, her fingertips teasing his neck. "Mr. Wolf, your

her close.

her breath brushing his face in a faint

Vivienne into the bed, his suit jacket draping

heavy, her legs entwined with

played restlessly at the nape of his neck, pulling at

next moment,

tenderly quenched the

restrained himself, holding back the intensity of youthful

responded, affirming a commitment

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

the couch, and

his suit, concealing the lipstick mark on

The knocker was Isolde.

her young face wearing a knowing smile, "Vivienne, I didn't mean to interrupt. Someone's here to see you both. That's why

embarrassed, Vivienne stood.

lady, Grandpa's downstairs chatting with her.

it." With that, Vivienne and Percival descended the

and a woman about

from Ellington Group's HR department said, "this is our new Head of Design, Belle. She's a famed designer from Omorol Design Company. The hit designs from last year? That was

Belle, he liked her frankness.

three in the living

the staircase, hand

caught her breath, her gaze lingering on Percival,

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