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.

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

inside, Percival tried to set

nimbly shifted her position, straddling him

waist, steadied himself, and sat on the couch, looking up at the mischievous girl

his neck. "Mr.

his embrace, pinning her close.

her breath brushing his face in a

Vivienne into the bed, his suit jacket draping over

her legs entwined with his, their gazes deep as the

played restlessly at the nape of

them over the next moment,

tenderly quenched the thirst of the

the intensity of youthful passion about to fade as he approached

responded, affirming a commitment recognized at

at the door

swiftly stood, sat on the couch, and

his suit, concealing the lipstick mark on

The knocker was Isolde.

wearing a knowing smile, "Vivienne, I didn't mean to interrupt. Someone's here to see you both. That's

bit embarrassed, Vivienne stood. "Who's looking for

chatting with her. Oh, and

With that, Vivienne and

conversing with a man and a woman

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

his first encounter with Belle, he liked her frankness. Belle smiled. "I heard Master Jessica provided the latest jewelry concept. I wonder,

in the living room

was descending the staircase, hand in hand with

her gaze lingering on Percival, a blush creeping across her

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