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

into his embrace, her slender arms wrapped

Percival tried to set her down on

nimbly shifted her position, straddling

at the mischievous girl above him.

Percival's lap, her fingertips teasing his

pinning her close. "Not

breath brushing his face in a

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

entwined with his,

restlessly at the nape of

the next moment, seated firmly on his

the thirst of the land beneath

of youthful

affirming a commitment recognized at

sound at the door broke through

swiftly stood, sat on the couch, and grabbed

his suit, concealing the lipstick

The knocker was Isolde.

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

embarrassed, Vivienne stood. "Who's looking for

lady, Grandpa's downstairs chatting

it." With that, Vivienne and

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

from Ellington Group's HR department said, "this is our new Head of Design, Belle. She's a famed designer from Omorol Design Company. The hit designs

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

living room paused, turning

staircase, hand

breath, her gaze lingering on Percival, a blush

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