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 like your father, stubborn as a

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

to set her down on the

shifted her position, straddling him instead

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

her fingertips teasing his neck. "Mr.

embrace, pinning her close. "Not

breath brushing his face in

shifted and pressed Vivienne into the bed, his suit jacket draping over her

her legs entwined with his, their gazes deep as

the nape of his neck, pulling at

over the next moment, seated

lips tenderly quenched the

intensity of youthful passion about

commitment recognized at

knock-the sound at the door broke

on the couch, and grabbed a

suit, concealing the lipstick

The knocker was Isolde.

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

stood. "Who's looking

pretty lady, Grandpa's downstairs chatting with her.

Vivienne and Percival

with a man and a woman about business

Belle. She's a famed designer from Omorol

with Belle, he liked her frankness. Belle smiled. "I heard

the living room paused, turning

the staircase, hand in hand

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

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