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 like

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

tried to set her down

nimbly shifted her position, straddling him instead of

on the couch, looking up at the

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

her close. "Not as handsome

leaned into Percival, her breath brushing his

the bed,

with his, their gazes deep as

nape of his neck,

flipped them over the next moment,

the thirst of

intensity of youthful passion about

commitment recognized

knock-the sound at the

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

the lipstick

The knocker was Isolde.

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

bit embarrassed, Vivienne stood.

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

that, Vivienne

woman about business matters, allowing Cecilia

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

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

living room

descending the staircase, hand in hand with

gaze lingering on Percival, a

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