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."

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

Percival, Vivienne snuggled into his embrace, her slender arms wrapped around his neck, allowing him to carry her back to

to set her

Vivienne nimbly shifted her position, straddling him instead of the princess

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

fingertips teasing his

his embrace, pinning her close. "Not as

Percival, her breath brushing

and pressed Vivienne into the bed, his suit jacket draping

grew heavy, her legs entwined with his,

restlessly at the nape of his neck, pulling at the exposed

them over the next moment, seated firmly on his

tenderly quenched the thirst of the

himself, holding back the intensity of youthful passion about to

responded, affirming a commitment

sound at the

the couch, and grabbed a bag

his suit, concealing the

The knocker was Isolde.

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

bit embarrassed, Vivienne stood. "Who's

Grandpa's downstairs chatting

got it." With that, Vivienne

man and a woman about business matters, allowing Cecilia to listen on the

Belle. She's a famed designer from Omorol Design Company. The hit designs from last year?

and 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 need with Master Jessica?" Suddenly,

in the living

descending the staircase,

her breath, her gaze lingering on

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