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

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

inside, Percival tried to set her

straddling him instead

at the mischievous girl above him. His Adam's apple bobbed, his eyes filled with barely restrained

on Percival's lap, her fingertips teasing his neck. "Mr. Wolf,

his embrace, pinning her

breath

Percival shifted and pressed Vivienne into the bed,

heavy, her legs entwined with his, their gazes deep

restlessly at the nape of his neck, pulling at the

the next

the thirst of the land beneath

youthful passion about to

commitment recognized

knock, knock-the sound at the door

sat on the couch, and grabbed a bag

his suit, concealing the lipstick

The knocker was Isolde.

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

stood. "Who's looking

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

that, Vivienne and

a man and a woman about

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

Belle, he liked her frankness. Belle smiled. "I

in the living room paused, turning to

descending the staircase, hand in

gaze lingering on Percival, a

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