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

wrapped around his neck, allowing him to carry her back

tried to set

nimbly shifted her position, straddling him instead of the

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

teasing his neck. "Mr. Wolf, your uncle really is

his embrace, pinning her

breath brushing his face in a

Vivienne into the bed,

entwined with his, their gazes

at the nape of his neck,

flipped them over the next moment,

lips tenderly quenched the thirst of

holding back the intensity of youthful passion about to fade

responded, affirming a commitment recognized

knock-the sound at the

the couch, and grabbed a bag

suit, concealing the lipstick

The knocker was Isolde.

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

stood. "Who's looking

chatting with her.

that, Vivienne and Percival descended the

Richard was conversing with a man and a woman about business

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

candor; though it was his first encounter with Belle, he liked her frankness. Belle smiled. "I heard Master Jessica provided the latest jewelry

living room paused,

the staircase, hand in hand with

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

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