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."

Percival's retreating back. "Just like your father, stubborn as a

embrace, her slender arms wrapped around his neck, allowing

set her down

Vivienne nimbly shifted her position, straddling him

wrapped his arms around Vivienne's waist, steadied himself, and sat on the couch, looking up at the mischievous girl above him. His Adam's apple bobbed, his eyes filled with barely restrained

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

pinning her close.

her breath

Vivienne into the bed, his

her legs entwined with his, their

fingers played restlessly at the nape of

next moment, seated firmly on his

the thirst of the land beneath

the intensity of youthful passion

affirming a commitment recognized at

sound at the door broke

sat on the couch,

suit, concealing the lipstick

The knocker was Isolde.

her young face wearing 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

chatting with her.

With that, Vivienne

woman about business matters, allowing Cecilia to listen on

new Head of Design, Belle. She's a famed designer from Omorol Design Company.

a nod, "Mr. Ellington, now 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

in the living room paused, turning

the staircase, hand in hand

her gaze lingering on Percival, a blush creeping across her

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