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

wrapped around his neck,

inside, Percival tried to set her

straddling him instead of the

arms around Vivienne's waist, steadied himself, and sat on the couch, looking up at the mischievous girl above him. His Adam's

perched on Percival's lap, her fingertips teasing his neck. "Mr. Wolf, your uncle really is quite

pinning her close.

her breath brushing his face in a faint

Percival shifted and pressed Vivienne into the bed,

legs entwined with his, their gazes

fingers played restlessly at the nape of his neck, pulling

over the next moment, seated firmly

the thirst of the land

holding back the intensity of youthful passion

affirming a commitment recognized

at the door

on the couch, and grabbed a bag

the lipstick mark on his

The knocker was Isolde.

didn't mean to interrupt. Someone's here

stood. "Who's looking

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

With that, Vivienne

conversing with a man and a woman about business matters, allowing

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

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

the staircase, hand in hand with

on

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