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."

Percival's retreating back. "Just

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

inside, Percival tried to set her down

shifted her position, straddling him instead of

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 filled with barely restrained

his

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

Percival, her breath brushing

and pressed Vivienne into the bed, his suit

legs entwined with his, their gazes deep

nape of his

them over the next moment, seated firmly on

her lips tenderly quenched the thirst of

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

a commitment

at the door

sat on the couch, and grabbed a

the lipstick mark on

The knocker was Isolde.

smile, "Vivienne, I didn't mean

Vivienne stood. "Who's

chatting

Vivienne

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

from Ellington Group's HR department said, "this is our new Head of Design, Belle. She's a famed

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

three in the living room paused,

was descending the staircase, hand in hand

her breath, her gaze lingering on Percival, a blush

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