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.

slender arms wrapped around his neck, allowing him

Percival tried to set her down on

Vivienne nimbly shifted her position, straddling him instead of the

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

her fingertips teasing his

pinning her close. "Not as

into Percival, her breath brushing his face in

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

entwined with his, their gazes deep as the

fingers played restlessly at the nape of

over the next moment, seated firmly

lips tenderly quenched the thirst

back the intensity of youthful passion about to

affirming a commitment recognized

the door broke through

the couch, and grabbed

suit, concealing the lipstick

The knocker was Isolde.

knowing smile, "Vivienne, I didn't mean to interrupt.

Vivienne stood.

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

With that, Vivienne and Percival descended the

a woman about business matters, allowing Cecilia to listen on

of Design, Belle. She's a famed designer from Omorol Design

liked her frankness. Belle smiled. "I heard Master Jessica provided the latest jewelry concept. I wonder, do I have the fortune of meeting her?" "What do you need with Master Jessica?" Suddenly, a deep, dark voice came from

in the living

was descending the staircase, hand in

her gaze lingering on Percival,

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