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."

back. "Just like

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

inside, Percival tried to set

nimbly shifted her position, straddling him

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

Percival's lap, her fingertips teasing his neck. "Mr. Wolf, your

embrace, pinning her close. "Not as

Vivienne leaned into Percival, her breath brushing

bed, his suit jacket draping over her

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

nape of his

over the next moment,

quenched the thirst of the

of youthful passion about to

a commitment recognized

knock-the sound at the

stood, sat on the couch, and

concealing the

The knocker was Isolde.

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

bit embarrassed, Vivienne stood. "Who's looking

downstairs chatting with her.

that, Vivienne

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

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

with Belle, he liked her frankness. Belle smiled. "I heard Master Jessica provided the latest jewelry concept. I

living

staircase, hand in hand

gaze lingering on

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