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."

at Percival's retreating back. "Just like your father, stubborn as

wrapped around his neck, allowing him to carry her back

tried to set her

straddling him instead of the princess

at the mischievous

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

tightened his embrace, pinning her close. "Not

into Percival, her breath brushing his face

the bed, his suit jacket draping

her legs entwined with his,

fingers played restlessly at the nape of

them over the next moment, seated firmly on

quenched the thirst of

of youthful passion

commitment recognized at

at the door

stood, sat on the couch, and grabbed a bag

his suit, concealing the lipstick

The knocker was Isolde.

didn't mean to interrupt. Someone's here

bit embarrassed, Vivienne stood. "Who's looking

Grandpa's downstairs chatting with her. Oh, and

got it." With that, Vivienne and Percival

a man and a woman about

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

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. "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,

descending the staircase, hand in hand with

on Percival, a blush creeping across

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