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."

retreating back.

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

to set her down on the

straddling him instead of the princess

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

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

her close. "Not as handsome as

Percival, her breath brushing his

Percival shifted and pressed Vivienne into the bed, his suit jacket

with his, their gazes deep as the

played restlessly at the nape of

next moment, seated firmly on

the thirst

the intensity of youthful passion about to fade as he

responded, affirming a commitment

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

couch, and

suit, concealing the lipstick mark on his

The knocker was Isolde.

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

Vivienne stood.

lady, Grandpa's downstairs chatting with her.

it." With that, Vivienne and Percival descended

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

of Design, Belle. She's a famed designer

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

living room

was descending the staircase, hand

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

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