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."

back. "Just like your father, stubborn as

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

set her down on

her position, straddling him

up at the mischievous girl above him. His Adam's apple bobbed,

teasing his neck. "Mr.

tightened his embrace, pinning her close. "Not

breath brushing his face in a faint

the bed, his suit jacket draping

grew heavy, her legs entwined with his, their gazes deep as the

at the nape of his neck, pulling at

them over the next

lips tenderly quenched the

of youthful passion about to fade as he

a commitment recognized

knock, knock-the sound at the

stood, sat on the couch, and grabbed

suit, concealing the lipstick mark on his

The knocker was Isolde.

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

stood. "Who's

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

that, Vivienne and Percival

and a woman about

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

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 Master Jessica?" Suddenly, a

three in the living room paused,

descending the staircase, hand in

caught her breath, her gaze lingering on Percival, a

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