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."

Percival's retreating back. "Just like your father,

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

set her down on the

her position, straddling him instead of the

on the couch, looking up at the mischievous girl above him.

perched on Percival's lap, her fingertips teasing his

pinning her close.

Percival, her breath brushing his

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

grew heavy, her legs entwined with his, their gazes

nape of his neck, pulling at the exposed

next moment, seated firmly on his

down, her lips tenderly quenched the

intensity of youthful passion about

commitment recognized at

sound at the door broke through

couch,

concealing the lipstick mark

The knocker was Isolde.

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

embarrassed, Vivienne stood. "Who's

Grandpa's downstairs chatting with her.

Vivienne and Percival descended

a woman about business matters, allowing Cecilia to

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 from last year? That was

nod, "Mr. 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.

the living room paused,

descending the staircase, hand in hand with

her breath, her gaze lingering on Percival,

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