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

into his embrace, her slender arms wrapped around

tried to set

position, straddling him instead of the

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

on Percival's lap, her fingertips teasing his

her close. "Not as handsome

her breath brushing his

the bed, his suit jacket draping over her

her legs entwined with his, their gazes deep

the nape of his neck,

the next moment, seated firmly

the thirst of the land

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

responded, affirming a commitment

at the door

sat on the couch, and grabbed a

the

The knocker was Isolde.

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

embarrassed, Vivienne stood. "Who's

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

it." With that, Vivienne and

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

said, "this is our new Head of Design, Belle. She's

with a nod, "Mr. Ellington, now 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 fortune of meeting her?" "What do you need with Master

three in the living room paused,

staircase, hand

gaze lingering on Percival, a blush creeping across

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