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 like

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

set her down on the

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 eyes filled

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

embrace, pinning her close. "Not as handsome

Percival, her breath brushing his face in

bed, his suit jacket draping over her slender

with his,

of his neck, pulling at the exposed

them over the next moment, seated

her lips tenderly quenched the

of youthful passion about to fade as he

responded, affirming a commitment recognized

at the

swiftly stood, sat on the couch, and grabbed a

adjusted his suit, concealing the lipstick

The knocker was Isolde.

her young face wearing a knowing smile, "Vivienne, I didn't mean to

Vivienne stood. "Who's looking

a pretty lady, Grandpa's downstairs chatting with

Vivienne and Percival descended the

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

is our new Head of Design, Belle. She's a famed designer from Omorol

won't mind." "Speak your mind." Richard always appreciated candor; though it was his first encounter with Belle, he liked her frankness. Belle smiled.

in the living room paused, turning

staircase, hand in hand with

on Percival, a blush creeping across her

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