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."

retreating back. "Just like your

embrace, her slender arms wrapped

inside, Percival tried to set

her position, straddling him instead of the princess

Vivienne's waist, steadied himself, and sat on the couch, looking up at the mischievous girl above him.

teasing his neck. "Mr.

his embrace, pinning her close. "Not as

her breath brushing his

Vivienne into the bed, his suit jacket draping over

her legs entwined with

of his neck, pulling at the exposed

next moment, seated

tenderly quenched the thirst of the land beneath

the intensity of youthful passion about to fade as he approached

responded, affirming a commitment recognized at

at the door broke

sat on the couch, and

his suit, concealing the lipstick mark on

The knocker was Isolde.

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

Vivienne stood. "Who's

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

that, Vivienne

conversing with a man and a woman about business matters, allowing Cecilia to listen on the

Group's HR department said, "this is our new Head of Design, 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

was descending the staircase, hand in hand with

her gaze lingering on Percival, a blush creeping

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