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."

retreating back. "Just like

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

tried to set

nimbly shifted her position, straddling him

the couch, looking up at the mischievous

lap, her fingertips teasing his neck. "Mr. Wolf, your uncle really is quite

tightened his embrace, pinning her close.

breath

Vivienne into the bed, his suit jacket draping

grew heavy, her legs entwined with his, their gazes

the nape of his

over the next moment, seated

lips tenderly quenched the thirst of the

of youthful passion about to fade as

a commitment recognized

the

the couch, and

his suit, concealing the lipstick mark on his

The knocker was Isolde.

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

stood.

downstairs chatting with her. Oh,

Vivienne and Percival descended the

was conversing with a man and a woman

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

and I hope you won't mind." "Speak your mind." Richard always appreciated candor; though it was his first encounter with Belle, he liked

three in the living room

was descending the staircase, hand in hand with

caught her breath, her gaze lingering on Percival, a blush creeping across her

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