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 like your father, stubborn as

away by Percival, Vivienne snuggled into his embrace, her slender arms wrapped around his neck, allowing him to carry her back to the

to set

straddling him instead of

himself, and sat on the couch, looking up at the mischievous girl above him. His Adam's apple

fingertips teasing his neck.

tightened his embrace, pinning her

Percival, her breath brushing

shifted and pressed Vivienne into the bed, his

grew heavy, her legs entwined with his, their gazes deep

at the nape of his neck, pulling at

flipped them over the next moment, seated firmly on

her lips tenderly quenched the thirst of the

back the intensity of youthful passion about to fade

commitment recognized

knock, knock-the sound at the

on the couch, and grabbed

suit, concealing the lipstick mark

The knocker was Isolde.

her young face wearing a knowing smile, "Vivienne, I didn't mean to interrupt. Someone's here to

bit embarrassed, Vivienne stood. "Who's looking for

a pretty lady, Grandpa's downstairs chatting

got it." With that, Vivienne

with a man and a woman about business matters,

Belle. She's a famed designer from Omorol Design

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

living room

descending the staircase, hand in hand

her breath, her gaze lingering on Percival, a blush

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