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

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

to set her down

straddling him instead of

Vivienne's waist, steadied himself, and sat on the couch, looking up at the mischievous girl above him. His Adam's apple bobbed, his eyes filled

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

tightened his embrace, pinning her

leaned into Percival, her breath brushing his

pressed Vivienne into the bed,

heavy, her legs entwined with his, their gazes deep

of his neck, pulling at

over the next moment, seated firmly on

the thirst of the land

holding back the intensity of youthful

commitment recognized at first

knock-the sound at the door

stood, sat on the couch,

his suit, concealing the

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 I

stood. "Who's looking for

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

that, Vivienne

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

of Design, Belle. She's a famed designer

though it was his first encounter with Belle, he liked

three in the living room paused,

was descending the staircase, hand in

lingering on Percival, a

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