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

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

tried to set her down on the

nimbly shifted her position, straddling

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

lap, her fingertips teasing his neck. "Mr. Wolf,

her close. "Not as

Vivienne leaned into Percival, her breath brushing his face in a

and pressed Vivienne into the bed, his suit jacket draping

her legs entwined with his, their gazes deep as

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

them over the next moment, seated

down, her lips tenderly quenched the thirst of the land beneath

holding back the intensity of youthful

responded, affirming a commitment

knock, knock-the sound at the door broke through

stood, sat on the couch, and

concealing the lipstick mark on his

The knocker was Isolde.

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

stood. "Who's

downstairs chatting with her. Oh, and an unfamiliar

it." With that, Vivienne and Percival descended

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

Ellington," the man from Ellington Group's HR department said, "this is our new Head of Design, Belle. She's a famed designer from Omorol Design Company. The hit designs from last year? That was

was his first encounter with Belle, he liked her

in the living room

the staircase,

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

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