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."

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

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

Percival tried to set

position, straddling him

steadied himself, and sat on the couch, looking up at the mischievous girl above him. His Adam's apple bobbed, his eyes filled with barely restrained

teasing his neck. "Mr. Wolf, your uncle really

embrace, pinning her close.

Percival, her breath brushing his

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

her legs entwined with

fingers played restlessly at the nape of his neck, pulling at

them over the next moment, seated firmly on

down, her lips tenderly quenched the thirst of the land

back the intensity of youthful passion about to fade as he approached

a commitment recognized at

at the door broke

swiftly stood, sat on the couch, and grabbed a bag

his suit, concealing the lipstick mark on his

The knocker was Isolde.

didn't mean

bit embarrassed, Vivienne stood. "Who's looking for

a pretty lady, Grandpa's downstairs chatting

got it." With that, Vivienne and Percival descended the

with a man and a woman about business matters, allowing Cecilia to

from Ellington Group's HR department said, "this is our new Head of Design, Belle. She's a famed designer from Omorol Design Company. The hit designs

encounter with Belle, he liked her frankness.

the living

was descending the staircase, hand

on Percival,

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