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.

slender arms wrapped around his neck, allowing him to carry

to set

shifted her position, straddling him instead of the princess

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

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

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

Percival, her breath brushing his

pressed Vivienne into the bed, his suit jacket draping over her slender

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

the nape of

over the next moment, seated firmly on his

the

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

affirming a commitment

knock, knock-the sound at the door broke through the steamy

stood, sat on the couch, and

suit, concealing the lipstick mark on

The knocker was Isolde.

a knowing smile, "Vivienne, I didn't mean

embarrassed, Vivienne stood. "Who's looking

pretty lady, Grandpa's downstairs chatting

Vivienne and

man and a woman about business matters, allowing Cecilia

Belle. She's a famed designer from Omorol Design Company. The hit designs from

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

living

the staircase, hand in hand

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

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