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 your father, stubborn as a

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

tried to set her down on the

shifted her position, straddling

waist, steadied himself, and sat on the couch, looking up at the

lap, her fingertips teasing his neck.

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

breath brushing his face in a

bed, his suit jacket draping

entwined with his, their gazes deep as the

fingers played restlessly at the nape of his neck, pulling at

over the next moment,

down, her lips tenderly quenched the thirst of

intensity of youthful passion about to fade as he approached

a commitment recognized at

the door broke through

stood, sat on the couch,

suit, concealing the lipstick

The knocker was Isolde.

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

bit embarrassed, Vivienne stood. "Who's looking for

downstairs chatting with her. Oh, and an unfamiliar

got it." With that, Vivienne

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

man from Ellington Group's HR department said, "this is our new Head of Design, Belle. She's a famed designer from Omorol Design Company. The hit designs from last year?

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

in the living

the staircase, hand in hand with

breath, her gaze lingering on Percival, a blush creeping across

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