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."

back. "Just like your father, stubborn as a

arms wrapped around his neck, allowing him to carry her back to

set her down

shifted her position, straddling him

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

fingertips teasing his neck.

tightened his embrace, pinning her close. "Not as

breath brushing

into the bed,

legs entwined with

at the nape of

next

lips tenderly quenched the thirst of the

intensity of youthful passion about to

commitment recognized

the door broke through the steamy

on the couch, and grabbed a bag

his suit, concealing the

The knocker was Isolde.

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

stood.

chatting with her. Oh, and an unfamiliar

that, Vivienne and Percival descended

Richard was conversing with a man and a woman

Design, Belle. She's

he liked her frankness.

in the living room paused,

staircase, hand

caught her breath, her gaze lingering on Percival, a blush

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