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."

back. "Just

her slender arms wrapped around his neck, allowing him to carry her back

inside, Percival tried to set her

shifted her position, straddling him instead of the princess

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

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

his embrace, pinning her close. "Not as

Percival, her breath brushing his face in a faint

Vivienne into the bed, his suit

heavy, her legs entwined with his, their gazes deep as the

restlessly at the nape of

them over the next moment, seated firmly on

down, her lips tenderly quenched the thirst of the land

back the intensity of youthful passion about to fade as he approached

affirming a commitment recognized at first

knock-the sound at the door broke through the steamy

the couch, and

adjusted his suit, concealing the lipstick mark on

The knocker was Isolde.

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

stood. "Who's looking for

Grandpa's downstairs chatting with

got it." With that, Vivienne and Percival descended the

a woman about business matters, allowing Cecilia to listen on

new Head of Design, Belle. She's a famed designer from Omorol Design Company. The hit designs from

Richard with a 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. I wonder, do I have the fortune of

living room paused, turning to

descending the staircase, hand

caught her breath, her gaze lingering on Percival, a

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