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

by Percival, Vivienne snuggled into his embrace, her slender arms wrapped

Percival tried to set her

nimbly shifted her position, straddling him instead of the

at the mischievous girl above him. His Adam's apple bobbed, his

on Percival's lap, her fingertips teasing his

her close. "Not

Percival, her breath

Percival shifted and pressed Vivienne into the bed, his suit jacket

legs entwined with his, their

at the nape of his neck, pulling

the next

quenched the thirst of the land beneath

the intensity of youthful passion about to fade as he

responded, affirming a commitment recognized

the door

the couch, and grabbed

the lipstick mark on

The knocker was Isolde.

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

embarrassed, Vivienne stood. "Who's

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

it." With that, Vivienne

was conversing with a man and a woman about business

department said, "this is our new Head of Design, Belle.

now that 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 I have the

three in the living room paused, turning

was descending the staircase, hand in hand

on Percival, a

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