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."

a glare at Percival's retreating back. "Just like your father, stubborn as

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

set her down

nimbly shifted her position, straddling him instead

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

her fingertips teasing his neck. "Mr. Wolf,

tightened his embrace, pinning her close.

her breath brushing his

Vivienne into the bed, his

heavy, her legs entwined with his, their

restlessly at the nape of his neck, pulling at

flipped them over the next

tenderly quenched the thirst

back the intensity of youthful passion about to fade as he approached

a commitment

knock, knock-the sound at the door broke through the

on the couch, and grabbed a bag of

adjusted his suit, concealing the lipstick

The knocker was Isolde.

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

stood. "Who's

downstairs chatting with her. Oh, and

it." With that, Vivienne

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

the man from Ellington Group's HR department said, "this is our new Head of Design, Belle. She's a famed designer from

it was his first encounter with Belle, he liked her frankness. Belle smiled. "I heard Master

three in the living room paused,

staircase, hand in hand with

her breath, her gaze lingering on Percival, a blush

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