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."

a glare at Percival's retreating back.

by Percival, Vivienne snuggled into his embrace, her slender arms wrapped around

inside, Percival tried to set her down on

her position, straddling him instead of the

Vivienne's waist, steadied himself, and sat on the couch, looking up at the mischievous girl above him. His Adam's

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

his embrace, pinning her close. "Not as handsome as

into Percival, her breath brushing his face in

Percival shifted and pressed Vivienne into the bed, his suit

entwined with his, their

played restlessly at the nape of his

over the next moment, seated firmly

the thirst of

himself, holding back the intensity of youthful passion

affirming a commitment recognized

at the door broke through

stood, sat on the couch, and grabbed a bag

concealing the lipstick mark

The knocker was Isolde.

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

bit embarrassed, Vivienne stood. "Who's looking

lady, Grandpa's downstairs chatting with her.

Vivienne

Richard was conversing with a man and a woman about business matters, allowing Cecilia to listen on the

Belle. She's a famed designer from

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 meeting her?" "What do you need with Master Jessica?" Suddenly, a deep, dark voice

living room paused, turning to

descending the staircase, hand

caught her breath, her gaze lingering on Percival,

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