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."

back. "Just like your father, stubborn as

Percival, Vivienne snuggled into his embrace, her slender arms wrapped around his

set her down

Vivienne nimbly shifted her position, straddling him instead of the

himself, and sat on the couch, looking up at the mischievous girl above

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

tightened his embrace, pinning her close. "Not

Vivienne leaned into Percival, her breath brushing his face in

the bed,

with his, their gazes

played restlessly at the nape of

flipped them over the next moment,

down, her lips tenderly quenched the

restrained himself, holding back the intensity of youthful passion about

responded, affirming a commitment

sound at the door broke through the

stood, sat on the couch, and grabbed

suit, concealing the

The knocker was Isolde.

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

embarrassed, Vivienne stood. "Who's

chatting with her. Oh, and an unfamiliar

that, Vivienne and

woman about business matters, allowing Cecilia to

Ellington," the man from Ellington Group's HR department said, "this is our new Head of Design, Belle. She's a famed designer from Omorol Design Company. The hit designs

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

the living room paused, turning

was descending the staircase, hand in hand

breath, her gaze lingering on

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