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."

Percival's retreating back. "Just like your

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

Percival tried to set

Vivienne nimbly shifted her position, straddling him instead

looking up at

perched on Percival's lap, her fingertips teasing his neck.

embrace, pinning her close. "Not as handsome

leaned into Percival, her breath brushing his face in

the bed, his suit jacket

breathing grew heavy, her legs entwined with his,

the nape of

next moment,

lips tenderly quenched the thirst of

himself, holding back the intensity of youthful

affirming a commitment recognized

knock, knock-the sound at the

sat on the couch, and

adjusted his suit, concealing the lipstick mark on

The knocker was Isolde.

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

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

a pretty lady, Grandpa's downstairs chatting

With that, Vivienne and

with a man and a woman about business matters, allowing Cecilia to listen on

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

it was his first encounter with Belle, he liked her frankness. Belle smiled. "I

three in the living room paused, turning

staircase, hand in

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

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