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

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

tried to set her down on the

straddling him instead of the princess

up at

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

his embrace, pinning her close. "Not

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

and pressed Vivienne into the bed, his suit jacket

with his, their gazes deep as

nape of his

over the next moment,

her lips tenderly quenched the

of youthful passion about to fade

commitment

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

couch, and grabbed a bag

the lipstick mark on his

The knocker was Isolde.

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

Vivienne stood. "Who's

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

that, Vivienne and

conversing with a man and a woman about business matters,

man 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 designs from last year? That was her

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

living room paused, turning to

was descending the staircase, hand

on Percival, a

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