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."

shot a glare at Percival's retreating back. "Just like your

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

set her down on

nimbly shifted her position, straddling him

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

his neck. "Mr. Wolf, your uncle

his embrace, pinning her close. "Not

her breath brushing his face

and pressed Vivienne into the bed, his suit jacket draping over

entwined with his, their gazes deep as

at the nape of his neck,

next moment, seated firmly on his

down, her lips tenderly quenched the thirst of

himself, holding back the intensity of youthful passion about to fade as

affirming a commitment recognized at first

sound at the door broke

the couch, and grabbed a bag of

suit, concealing the lipstick

The knocker was Isolde.

her young face wearing a knowing smile, "Vivienne, I didn't mean

bit embarrassed, Vivienne stood. "Who's

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

With that, Vivienne and Percival

a woman about business matters, allowing Cecilia to listen

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

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, do I have the fortune of meeting her?" "What do you need with

living room paused, turning to

was descending the staircase, hand in hand

her breath, her gaze lingering on Percival,

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