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 like your father, stubborn as

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

set her

her position, straddling him instead

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

fingertips teasing his

tightened his embrace, pinning her close. "Not as handsome

breath brushing his face

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

legs entwined with his, their gazes deep as the

at the nape of his neck, pulling at the exposed

them over the next moment, seated

tenderly quenched the thirst of the land beneath

youthful passion

a commitment

knock, knock-the sound at the door

couch, and

concealing the lipstick

The knocker was Isolde.

didn't mean

Vivienne stood. "Who's looking for

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

got it." With that, Vivienne and Percival

was conversing with a man and a woman about

of Design, Belle. She's a famed designer from

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.

three in the living room paused, turning to

descending the staircase, hand in

on Percival, a blush creeping across her

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