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."

glare at Percival's retreating back. "Just like your

by Percival, Vivienne snuggled into his embrace, her slender arms wrapped around his neck, allowing him to carry her back to the

tried to set her down on

nimbly shifted her position, straddling

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

perched on Percival's lap, her fingertips teasing his neck. "Mr.

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

Percival, her breath brushing

shifted and pressed Vivienne into the bed, his

her legs entwined with his, their gazes

fingers played restlessly at the nape of his neck,

flipped them over the next moment, seated

down, her lips tenderly quenched the thirst of the land

back the intensity of youthful passion about to fade as

affirming a commitment recognized at

at the

swiftly stood, sat on the couch, and grabbed

his suit, concealing the lipstick mark

The knocker was Isolde.

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

embarrassed, Vivienne stood. "Who's looking for

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

got it." With that, Vivienne and

woman about business matters, allowing Cecilia to listen on

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

Richard with a nod, "Mr. Ellington, now that I'm on board, I'll be straightforward, and 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, turning to

the staircase,

caught her breath, her gaze lingering on Percival, a

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