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 as

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

inside, Percival tried to set her down on the

shifted her position, straddling him instead

looking up at the

teasing his neck. "Mr.

pinning her close. "Not as handsome as

her breath brushing his face

bed, his suit jacket draping

legs entwined with his, their gazes deep as

restlessly at the nape of his neck, pulling at

them over the next moment,

quenched the thirst

back the intensity of youthful passion about to

a commitment recognized

at the door

couch, and grabbed

suit, concealing the lipstick mark

The knocker was Isolde.

a knowing smile, "Vivienne, I didn't mean to interrupt. Someone's here to

Vivienne stood.

chatting with

that, Vivienne

Richard was conversing with a man and a woman about business matters,

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

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 voice came

living room paused, turning

staircase, hand in hand

breath, her gaze lingering on

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