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 father, stubborn as a

snuggled into his embrace, her slender arms wrapped around his

Percival tried to set

nimbly shifted her position, straddling him

up at

his neck. "Mr. Wolf, your

pinning her

breath brushing

Percival shifted and pressed Vivienne into the bed,

heavy, her legs entwined with his, their gazes deep as the

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

the next moment,

down, her lips tenderly quenched the thirst

intensity of youthful

commitment recognized at first

knock, knock-the sound at the door broke through the steamy

on the couch, and grabbed

adjusted his suit, concealing the lipstick mark on

The knocker was Isolde.

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

embarrassed, Vivienne stood.

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

Vivienne and

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

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

now that I'm on board, 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

living room

was descending the staircase, hand

her gaze lingering on Percival, a blush creeping across her

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