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."

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

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

set her down on the

nimbly shifted her position, straddling him

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

her fingertips teasing his neck. "Mr. Wolf,

tightened his embrace, pinning her close.

Vivienne leaned into Percival, her breath brushing

bed,

heavy, her legs entwined with his, their gazes

restlessly at the nape of his neck, pulling at

flipped them over the next moment, seated firmly

the thirst of the land

intensity of youthful passion about to fade as

responded, affirming a commitment recognized at first

the door broke through the steamy

swiftly stood, sat on the couch, and grabbed a bag of

his suit, concealing the lipstick mark on

The knocker was Isolde.

didn't

embarrassed, Vivienne stood. "Who's looking

Grandpa's downstairs chatting with

it." With that, Vivienne

woman about business matters, allowing Cecilia

man from Ellington Group's HR department said, "this is our new Head of Design, Belle. She's a famed

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 I have the fortune of meeting her?"

the living room paused,

the staircase,

her gaze lingering on

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