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.

his embrace, her slender arms wrapped around his neck, allowing him to carry her

to set

Vivienne nimbly shifted her position, straddling him instead

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

his neck. "Mr. Wolf, your uncle really

tightened his embrace, pinning her close. "Not as

leaned into Percival, her breath brushing his

into the bed, his suit jacket draping

with his, their gazes deep

nape of his neck, pulling at the exposed

the next

her lips tenderly quenched the thirst of the land

himself, holding back the intensity of youthful passion about to fade

responded, affirming a commitment recognized

knock-the sound at the door broke through the

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

suit, concealing the lipstick mark on his

The knocker was Isolde.

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

embarrassed, Vivienne stood. "Who's looking

Grandpa's downstairs chatting with her. Oh, and an unfamiliar

it." With that, Vivienne

with a man and a woman about business matters,

our new Head of Design, Belle. She's a famed designer from Omorol Design Company. The hit

was his first encounter with Belle, he liked her frankness. Belle smiled. "I heard Master Jessica provided the

the living

descending the staircase, hand in hand

breath, her gaze lingering on Percival, a blush creeping across her

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