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."

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

his embrace, her slender arms wrapped around his neck,

set her down on the

Vivienne nimbly shifted her position, straddling him instead

and sat on the couch, looking up at the mischievous girl above

lap, her fingertips teasing his

her close. "Not as handsome

her breath brushing his face

pressed Vivienne into the bed, his suit jacket

her legs entwined with his,

at the nape of his neck, pulling

next moment, seated

her lips tenderly quenched the thirst of the land beneath

restrained himself, holding back the intensity of youthful passion about to fade

a commitment recognized at first

sound at the door broke

the couch, and grabbed a bag

his suit, concealing the lipstick

The knocker was Isolde.

I didn't mean to interrupt. Someone's here to see you both.

Vivienne stood. "Who's looking for

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

that, Vivienne and Percival

with a man and a woman

our new Head of Design, Belle. She's a famed designer from

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

in the living room

was descending the staircase, hand

her breath, her gaze lingering on Percival,

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