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

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

tried to set

Vivienne nimbly shifted her position, straddling him instead of

the couch, looking up at the mischievous girl above him. His Adam's apple bobbed, his eyes filled with barely restrained

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

pinning her close. "Not as handsome as

Percival, her breath brushing

and pressed Vivienne into the bed, his suit jacket

with his, their gazes deep as the

the nape of his neck, pulling at the exposed

flipped them over the next moment, seated firmly on his

the thirst of the land

the intensity of youthful passion about to fade as

affirming a commitment recognized at

knock, knock-the sound at the door broke

sat on the couch, and grabbed

concealing the lipstick mark on

The knocker was Isolde.

face wearing a knowing smile, "Vivienne, I didn't mean to interrupt. Someone's

bit embarrassed, Vivienne stood. "Who's looking

lady, Grandpa's downstairs chatting with her. Oh,

it." With that, Vivienne

a woman

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

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 concept. I wonder, do

living

descending the staircase, hand

her breath, her gaze lingering on Percival, a blush

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