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.

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

set

her position, straddling him instead of

arms around Vivienne's waist, steadied himself, and sat on the couch, looking up at the mischievous girl

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

his embrace, pinning her close.

into Percival, her breath brushing his face in a faint

Vivienne into the bed, his

breathing grew heavy, her legs entwined with

played restlessly at the nape of his neck, pulling at

over the next moment, seated firmly

down, her lips tenderly quenched the thirst of the

intensity of youthful passion about

a commitment recognized at

knock-the sound at the door broke

swiftly stood, sat on the couch, and grabbed a bag

the lipstick mark on

The knocker was Isolde.

smile, "Vivienne, I didn't mean to interrupt. Someone's here

bit embarrassed, Vivienne stood.

lady, Grandpa's downstairs chatting with her. Oh, and an unfamiliar

With that, Vivienne and Percival

man and a woman about

department said, "this is our new Head of Design, Belle. She's a famed designer from Omorol Design Company. The hit designs from last

that I'm on board, 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

living room paused,

the staircase, hand

her gaze lingering on Percival, a

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