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."

retreating back. "Just

by Percival, Vivienne snuggled into his embrace, her slender arms wrapped around his neck, allowing him to carry her back

set

position, straddling him instead of the

looking up at the mischievous girl above him. His Adam's apple bobbed, his eyes filled

perched on Percival's lap, her fingertips teasing his

tightened his embrace, pinning her close. "Not as handsome

into Percival, her breath

bed, his suit jacket draping over her

entwined with his, their gazes deep as

restlessly at the nape of his neck,

them over the next

tenderly quenched the thirst of the land

holding back the intensity of youthful passion about to fade

commitment recognized at

knock, knock-the sound at the door

on the couch, and grabbed a bag of

his suit, concealing the lipstick mark on

The knocker was Isolde.

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

bit embarrassed, Vivienne stood. "Who's

chatting

got it." With that, Vivienne and

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

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

"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 fortune of meeting her?" "What do

three in the living room paused, turning

descending the staircase, hand in hand

on

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