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 like

snuggled into his embrace, her slender arms wrapped around his neck, allowing him

tried to set

Vivienne nimbly shifted her position, straddling him

looking up at the mischievous girl above him.

fingertips teasing his neck. "Mr. Wolf, your

pinning her close.

Percival, her breath brushing his face in

the bed, his suit jacket

legs entwined with his, their gazes

the nape of his

next moment, seated firmly on his

quenched the thirst of the

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

commitment recognized at

sound at the door broke through

sat on the couch, and grabbed a

his suit, concealing the

The knocker was Isolde.

head appeared, her young face wearing a knowing smile, "Vivienne, I didn't mean to interrupt.

Vivienne stood. "Who's looking for

chatting with her. Oh, and an unfamiliar

it." With that, Vivienne and Percival

and a woman about

the man from Ellington Group's HR department said, "this is our new Head of Design, Belle. She's a famed designer from

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

three in the living room

descending the staircase,

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

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