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."

glare at Percival's retreating back.

embrace, her slender arms wrapped around his neck,

inside, Percival tried to set her down

Vivienne nimbly shifted her position, straddling him

steadied himself, and sat on the couch, looking up at the mischievous girl above him.

her fingertips teasing his neck. "Mr. Wolf, your uncle really

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

Vivienne leaned into Percival, her breath brushing his face in a faint

the bed, his suit

entwined with his, their gazes deep as the

restlessly at the nape of his neck, pulling

flipped them over the next moment,

quenched the thirst of the land beneath

the intensity of youthful passion about to fade

commitment recognized

at the door broke through the steamy

sat on the couch, and

adjusted his suit, concealing the lipstick mark

The knocker was Isolde.

little head appeared, her young face wearing a knowing smile, "Vivienne, I didn't

stood. "Who's looking for

a pretty lady, Grandpa's downstairs chatting with her. Oh, and an unfamiliar

that, Vivienne and

a woman

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

hope 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 heard Master Jessica provided the latest jewelry concept. I wonder, do I

living room paused, turning

the staircase, hand

lingering on Percival, a blush

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