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."

at Percival's retreating back. "Just

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

to set her down on

nimbly shifted her position, straddling him

wrapped his arms around Vivienne's waist, steadied himself, and sat on the couch, looking up at the mischievous girl above him. His

lap, her fingertips teasing his

his embrace, pinning her close. "Not as handsome

Vivienne leaned into Percival, her breath brushing his face

Vivienne into the bed, his suit jacket draping

entwined with his, their gazes deep

of his neck, pulling at the exposed

flipped them over the next

the thirst of the

intensity of youthful passion about to fade as he

a commitment recognized at first

knock, knock-the sound at the door broke through the steamy

sat on the couch, and grabbed a

suit, concealing the

The knocker was Isolde.

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

Vivienne stood.

downstairs chatting with her. Oh, and

it." With that, Vivienne and Percival descended

was conversing with a man and a woman about business matters, allowing Cecilia

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

with Belle, he liked

the living

the staircase, hand in hand with

breath, her gaze lingering on Percival, a blush creeping

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