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."

glare at Percival's retreating back. "Just like your

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

inside, Percival tried to set her down on

nimbly shifted her position, straddling

waist, steadied himself, and sat on the couch, looking up at the mischievous girl above him. His Adam's apple bobbed,

lap, her fingertips teasing his neck. "Mr.

her close. "Not

Vivienne leaned into Percival, her breath brushing his

the bed, his suit jacket draping over her slender

breathing grew heavy, her legs entwined with his, their gazes

of his neck,

them over the next moment, seated firmly

lips tenderly quenched the thirst of the land beneath

restrained himself, holding back the intensity of youthful

responded, affirming a commitment recognized at

at the door

stood, sat on the couch, and grabbed a

his suit, concealing the lipstick

The knocker was Isolde.

I didn't mean to

stood. "Who's looking

know, a pretty lady, Grandpa's downstairs chatting with her.

got it." With that, Vivienne and Percival descended

a woman about business matters, allowing

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

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 Jessica?" Suddenly, a deep, dark

three in the living room paused, turning

staircase, hand in hand

on Percival, a blush

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