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."

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

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

set her down on

straddling

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

her fingertips teasing his neck. "Mr.

tightened his embrace, pinning her close. "Not as handsome as

into Percival, her breath

and pressed Vivienne into the bed, his suit jacket draping

heavy, her legs entwined with his, their gazes deep

played restlessly at the nape of his neck, pulling at

flipped them over the next moment,

her lips tenderly quenched the thirst

holding back the intensity of youthful passion

responded, affirming a commitment

the

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

suit, concealing the lipstick mark on his

The knocker was Isolde.

wearing a knowing smile, "Vivienne, I didn't mean

Vivienne stood.

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

it." With that, Vivienne and Percival descended the

Richard was conversing with a man and a woman about business matters,

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

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

in the living room paused,

the staircase, hand

caught her breath, her gaze lingering on Percival, a blush

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