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 father,

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

Percival tried to set her down

position, straddling him instead

waist, steadied himself, and sat on the couch, looking up at

fingertips teasing his neck. "Mr.

her close. "Not

her breath brushing his

Percival shifted and pressed Vivienne into the bed, his suit jacket draping over her slender

breathing grew heavy, her legs entwined with his, their gazes

at the nape of his neck, pulling at the

the next moment,

down, her lips tenderly quenched the

the intensity of youthful passion about to

affirming a commitment recognized

knock, knock-the sound at the

swiftly stood, sat on the couch, and grabbed a bag

adjusted his suit, concealing the

The knocker was Isolde.

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

stood. "Who's

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

it." With that, Vivienne and

and a woman about business matters, allowing Cecilia to listen on the

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

I'm on board, I'll be straightforward, and I 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

three in the living room paused,

staircase, hand in hand

lingering on Percival, a

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