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."

back. "Just

by Percival, Vivienne snuggled into his embrace, her slender arms wrapped

set

shifted her position, straddling him

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

his neck. "Mr. Wolf, your uncle really

his embrace, pinning her close. "Not as

her breath

Vivienne into the bed, his suit jacket draping over

entwined with his, their gazes

of his neck, pulling

the next moment,

tenderly quenched the thirst of the land

back the intensity of youthful passion about to fade as he approached

a commitment

sound at the door broke through the

sat on the couch, and grabbed

adjusted his suit, concealing the lipstick mark on

The knocker was Isolde.

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

embarrassed, Vivienne stood.

downstairs chatting with her. Oh, and an

that, Vivienne and

with a man and a woman about

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

board, I'll be straightforward, 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

living room paused, turning

the staircase,

lingering on Percival, a blush creeping across

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