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.

arms wrapped

inside, Percival tried to set

shifted her position, straddling him instead

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

Percival's lap, her fingertips teasing his

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

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

the bed, his suit jacket draping over her

legs entwined with his,

restlessly at the nape of his neck, pulling at the

the next moment, seated firmly on

quenched the

of youthful passion about to fade

commitment recognized at first

sound at the door broke through

couch,

adjusted his suit, concealing the lipstick mark on

The knocker was Isolde.

wearing a knowing smile, "Vivienne, I didn't mean to interrupt. Someone's here to see

embarrassed, Vivienne stood.

chatting with her.

it." With that, Vivienne

with a man and a woman about business matters,

is our new Head of Design, Belle. She's a famed designer from Omorol Design Company. The hit

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

was descending the staircase, hand in

caught her breath, her gaze lingering on Percival, a blush creeping across her

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