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."

a glare at Percival's retreating back. "Just like your father, stubborn

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

to set her down on the

nimbly shifted her position, straddling him

Vivienne's waist, steadied himself, and sat on the couch, looking up at the mischievous girl above him.

lap, her fingertips teasing his neck.

tightened his embrace, pinning her close. "Not as

Vivienne leaned into Percival, her breath brushing his face in a

into the bed, his suit jacket

with his, their gazes deep as the

at the nape of his

the next moment, seated firmly on his

tenderly quenched the thirst of the

of youthful passion about to fade as

commitment recognized at first

sound at the door broke through the steamy

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

the lipstick mark on

The knocker was Isolde.

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

Vivienne stood. "Who's looking

pretty lady, Grandpa's downstairs chatting with her. Oh,

it." With that, Vivienne and Percival descended the

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

Head of Design, Belle. She's a famed designer from Omorol Design Company. The hit designs from last

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?"

living room paused, turning

descending the staircase, hand in hand with

caught her breath, her gaze lingering on Percival,

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