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."

a glare at Percival's retreating back. "Just

into his embrace, her slender arms wrapped around

Percival tried to set her down

shifted her position, straddling him

himself, and sat on the couch, looking up at the mischievous girl above him.

perched on Percival's lap, her fingertips teasing his neck. "Mr. Wolf, your uncle really

her close. "Not as

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

pressed Vivienne into the bed, his

grew heavy, her legs entwined with

of his neck, pulling at

over the next moment, seated firmly on

quenched the

himself, holding back the intensity of youthful passion

a commitment recognized at first

sound at the

sat on the couch, and grabbed a bag of

the lipstick mark on

The knocker was Isolde.

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

Vivienne stood. "Who's looking for

know, a pretty lady, Grandpa's downstairs chatting with

got it." With that, Vivienne and Percival descended the

and a woman about business matters, allowing Cecilia to listen on

Design, Belle. She's a famed

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

lingering on

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