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."

Percival's retreating back.

into his embrace, her slender arms wrapped around his neck, allowing him to carry her

Percival tried to set

nimbly shifted her position, straddling him instead of the princess

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

teasing his neck. "Mr. Wolf, your

tightened his embrace, pinning her close.

Percival, her breath brushing his face

and pressed Vivienne into the bed,

entwined with his, their

nape of his neck, pulling at

over the next moment, seated firmly on his

down, her lips tenderly quenched the thirst of the

the intensity of youthful passion about to fade as he approached

affirming a commitment recognized at

at the door broke through the

the couch, and grabbed a bag of

the lipstick mark on

The knocker was Isolde.

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

bit embarrassed, Vivienne stood. "Who's looking

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

With that, Vivienne and Percival descended the

man and a woman about business

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

won't mind." "Speak your mind." Richard always appreciated candor; though it was his first encounter with Belle, he liked her frankness.

three in the living room paused, turning to

staircase, hand in hand with

gaze lingering on Percival, a

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