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

snuggled into his embrace, her slender arms wrapped around his neck, allowing

to set her

nimbly shifted her position, straddling him instead of the princess

himself, and sat on the couch, looking up at the mischievous girl

teasing his neck. "Mr. Wolf, your

pinning her close. "Not as

Percival, her breath brushing his

the bed, his

breathing grew heavy, her legs entwined with

nape of his neck, pulling at the

next

down, her lips tenderly quenched the thirst of the

back the intensity of youthful passion about

responded, affirming a commitment recognized

knock-the sound at the

couch, and grabbed a bag

suit, concealing the lipstick mark on his

The knocker was Isolde.

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

bit embarrassed, Vivienne stood. "Who's looking

Grandpa's downstairs chatting with

that, Vivienne and Percival descended the

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

Design, Belle. She's a famed

Richard always appreciated candor; though it was his first encounter with Belle, he liked her frankness. Belle smiled. "I heard Master Jessica provided the

the living room paused, turning

the staircase, hand in hand

on

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