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

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

inside, Percival tried to set her

Vivienne nimbly shifted her position, straddling him instead of

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

lap, her fingertips teasing his neck. "Mr. Wolf, your uncle

his embrace, pinning her close. "Not as

her breath brushing his

Vivienne into the bed, his suit jacket draping over her

with his, their gazes deep as the

restlessly at the nape of his

flipped them over the next moment, seated firmly

her lips tenderly quenched the

restrained himself, holding back the intensity of youthful passion about to fade as he approached

responded, affirming a commitment recognized

knock, knock-the sound at the door broke

on the couch, and grabbed a bag of

concealing the lipstick mark

The knocker was Isolde.

knowing smile, "Vivienne, I didn't

stood. "Who's looking

Grandpa's downstairs chatting

Vivienne and Percival descended

a woman about business matters, allowing

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

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

living room

staircase, hand in

breath, her gaze lingering on

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