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 a

wrapped around his neck, allowing him

to set her down on

Vivienne nimbly shifted her position, straddling him instead of the princess

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

fingertips teasing his neck. "Mr. Wolf, your uncle really is quite

embrace, pinning her close. "Not as

breath

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

with his,

at the nape of his

the next moment, seated firmly

tenderly quenched the

restrained himself, holding back the intensity of youthful passion about to

affirming a commitment

knock, knock-the sound at the door broke

stood, sat on the couch, and

adjusted his suit, concealing the lipstick mark

The knocker was Isolde.

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

Vivienne stood.

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

With that, Vivienne and Percival descended

woman about business matters, allowing Cecilia to listen on

HR department said, "this is our new Head of Design, Belle.

his first encounter with Belle, he liked her frankness. Belle smiled. "I heard Master Jessica provided the latest jewelry concept. I

the living

descending the staircase, hand in hand with

gaze lingering on Percival, a blush creeping across her

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