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. "Just like your father, stubborn

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

Percival tried to set

straddling

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

teasing his

her

her breath brushing his face in a

into the bed, his

with his, their gazes deep

nape of his neck, pulling at the exposed

the next

tenderly quenched the thirst of

intensity of youthful passion about

affirming a commitment recognized at first

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

on the couch, and grabbed a

suit, concealing the lipstick mark on

The knocker was Isolde.

didn't mean

stood. "Who's looking for

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

it." With that, Vivienne and Percival descended

with a man and a woman about business matters, allowing Cecilia

department said, "this is our new Head of Design, Belle. She's a famed designer from Omorol Design Company. The hit designs from last year? That was

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 do

in the living

the staircase, hand in hand

gaze lingering on Percival, a

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