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 your father, stubborn as a

wrapped around his neck, allowing him to carry her back

to set her down on the

nimbly shifted her position, straddling him instead

steadied himself, and sat on the couch, looking up at the mischievous

teasing his neck.

his embrace, pinning her close. "Not as handsome

breath brushing his face in

shifted and pressed Vivienne into the bed, his suit jacket draping over her

her legs entwined with his, their gazes deep

fingers played restlessly at the nape of his neck,

flipped them over the next moment,

quenched the thirst of the

the intensity of youthful passion about

affirming a commitment

knock-the sound at the door

sat on the couch, and grabbed a bag

suit, concealing the

The knocker was Isolde.

young face wearing a knowing smile, "Vivienne, I didn't mean to interrupt.

stood. "Who's looking for

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

With that, Vivienne and Percival

Richard was conversing with a man and a woman about business

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

Ellington, 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

three in the living room paused, turning

descending the staircase, hand in hand with

lingering on

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