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

slender arms wrapped around his

set her

Vivienne nimbly shifted her position, straddling him instead of the

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

on Percival's lap, her fingertips teasing his neck. "Mr. Wolf, your uncle really is

pinning her close.

leaned into Percival, her breath brushing his face

into the bed,

heavy, her legs entwined with his, their gazes deep as

restlessly at the nape of his neck, pulling

over the next

down, her lips tenderly quenched the thirst

the intensity of youthful passion about to fade as

responded, affirming a commitment recognized at

sound at the door broke

couch, and grabbed a bag of

adjusted his suit, concealing the lipstick

The knocker was Isolde.

I didn't mean to interrupt. Someone's here to see

stood.

pretty lady, Grandpa's downstairs chatting with

that, Vivienne

woman

our new Head of Design, Belle. She's a famed designer from Omorol Design Company. The hit designs from last year? That

with Belle, he liked her frankness. Belle smiled. "I heard Master Jessica provided the latest jewelry concept. I wonder, do I

living

staircase, hand

gaze lingering on Percival, a blush

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