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. "Just like your

into his embrace, her slender arms wrapped around his neck, allowing him to carry her back to the

tried to set

position, straddling

himself, and sat on the couch, looking up at the mischievous girl above him. His Adam's apple bobbed, his eyes filled with

fingertips teasing his neck. "Mr. Wolf,

embrace, pinning her close. "Not

her breath brushing his

into the bed, his suit jacket draping

with his, their gazes

at the nape of

next moment, seated

her lips tenderly quenched the thirst of the

youthful passion about to fade as

commitment recognized at first

sound at the

the couch, and

concealing the lipstick

The knocker was Isolde.

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

stood. "Who's looking for

lady, Grandpa's downstairs chatting

got it." With that, Vivienne and Percival descended the

conversing with a man and a woman

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

mind." "Speak your mind." Richard always appreciated candor; though it was his first encounter with Belle, he liked her frankness. Belle smiled. "I heard

in the living

was descending the staircase,

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

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