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."

Percival's retreating back. "Just like your

wrapped around his neck, allowing him

inside, Percival tried to set her down on

position, straddling him instead of the princess

wrapped his arms around Vivienne's waist, steadied himself, and sat on the couch, looking up at the mischievous girl above him. His Adam's apple bobbed, his eyes filled with barely

Percival's lap, her fingertips teasing his

embrace, pinning her close. "Not

into Percival, her breath brushing his

bed, his suit

entwined with his, their

played restlessly at the nape of his neck, pulling at

the next moment, seated firmly

lips tenderly quenched the thirst of

the intensity of youthful passion about to

commitment recognized

at the

stood, sat on the couch, and grabbed

his suit, concealing the lipstick

The knocker was Isolde.

knowing smile, "Vivienne, I didn't mean to interrupt. Someone's here to see

Vivienne stood.

Grandpa's downstairs chatting

With that, Vivienne and Percival

with a man and a woman about business matters, allowing

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

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 heard Master Jessica provided the latest jewelry

three in the living room paused, turning to

staircase, hand in hand with

breath, her gaze lingering on Percival,

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