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."

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

arms wrapped around his neck, allowing him to carry her

set

shifted her position, straddling

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

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

tightened his embrace, pinning her close. "Not

Vivienne leaned into Percival, her breath brushing his

into the bed, his suit

entwined with

of his neck, pulling at

over the next

down, her lips tenderly quenched the thirst of the land beneath

holding back the intensity of youthful passion about

commitment recognized

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

sat on the couch, and

concealing the

The knocker was Isolde.

her young face wearing a knowing smile, "Vivienne, I didn't mean to interrupt.

bit embarrassed, Vivienne stood. "Who's looking for

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

it." With that, Vivienne and Percival descended the

woman about

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

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 you need with Master Jessica?"

living room paused, turning

the staircase, hand in hand with

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

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