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."

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

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

tried to set her

position, straddling him instead of the princess

at the mischievous girl above

Percival's lap, her fingertips teasing his neck. "Mr. Wolf, your uncle really

tightened his embrace, pinning her close.

leaned into Percival, her breath brushing his face in a faint

the bed, his suit jacket

legs entwined with his, their gazes deep

nape of his neck, pulling

the next moment, seated

tenderly quenched the thirst

back the intensity of youthful passion about

a commitment recognized

the door broke

stood, sat on the couch, and grabbed a bag

adjusted his suit, concealing the lipstick

The knocker was Isolde.

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

bit embarrassed, Vivienne stood. "Who's

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

With that, Vivienne

woman about business matters, allowing Cecilia to listen on

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

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,

staircase, hand in hand with

lingering on Percival,

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