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.

arms wrapped around

Percival tried to set her down on

straddling him instead of the princess

Vivienne's waist, steadied himself, and sat on the couch, looking up at the mischievous girl above him. His Adam's apple bobbed, his

lap, her fingertips teasing his neck. "Mr.

embrace, pinning her close. "Not as handsome

Vivienne leaned into Percival, her breath brushing his face in

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

with his, their

at the nape of

flipped them over the next moment, seated firmly

quenched the thirst of the land beneath

of youthful passion about

affirming a commitment

knock-the sound at the door

on the couch,

suit, concealing the lipstick

The knocker was Isolde.

didn't

embarrassed, Vivienne stood. "Who's looking for

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

got it." With that, Vivienne and

Richard was conversing with a man and a woman about business matters,

"this is our new Head of Design, Belle. She's a

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,

three in the living room paused, turning

staircase, hand in

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

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