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."

glare at Percival's retreating back. "Just like

embrace, her slender arms wrapped around

set her down on the

her position, straddling

his arms 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

teasing his

tightened his embrace, pinning her close. "Not as handsome as

into Percival, her breath brushing his face

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

breathing grew heavy, her legs entwined with

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

next moment, seated firmly

the thirst

of youthful

affirming a commitment

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

on the couch, and grabbed a bag

concealing the lipstick mark on

The knocker was Isolde.

I didn't mean to interrupt. Someone's here to see

stood.

know, a pretty lady, Grandpa's downstairs chatting with her. Oh, and

got it." With that, Vivienne and Percival descended

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

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

I'll be straightforward, and I hope you 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 provided the latest jewelry concept. I wonder, do I have the fortune of meeting her?" "What do you need with Master Jessica?" Suddenly, a deep,

living room

descending the staircase, hand in hand

lingering on

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