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. "Just

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

to set her down on the

Vivienne nimbly shifted her position, straddling him instead of

himself, and sat on the couch, looking up at

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

tightened his embrace, pinning her

breath brushing his face in a

bed, his suit jacket draping over her

entwined with his, their gazes deep

restlessly at the nape of his

next moment, seated firmly

tenderly quenched the

intensity of youthful passion about to fade as he

a commitment recognized

sound at the door

couch, and grabbed a bag

the lipstick mark on his

The knocker was Isolde.

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

stood.

chatting with her.

that, Vivienne and Percival descended the

Richard was conversing with a man and a woman about business matters, allowing

"this is our new Head of Design, Belle. She's a famed designer from Omorol Design Company. The hit

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

the living room paused, turning to

the staircase, hand in hand

caught her breath, her gaze lingering on Percival,

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