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 as a

away by Percival, Vivienne snuggled into his embrace, her slender arms wrapped around his

set her down on

Vivienne nimbly shifted her position, straddling him instead of

up at the mischievous girl above him. His Adam's

perched on Percival's lap, her fingertips teasing his

tightened his embrace, pinning her close.

her breath brushing his face in

bed, his

entwined with his, their gazes deep as the

played restlessly at the nape of his neck,

next moment, seated firmly on his

lips tenderly quenched the thirst of the

of youthful passion about to fade as he

commitment recognized at first

knock-the sound at the door broke through

couch,

adjusted his suit, concealing the

The knocker was Isolde.

I didn't mean to interrupt. Someone's

bit embarrassed, Vivienne stood.

Grandpa's downstairs chatting with her. Oh,

With that, Vivienne and Percival descended

a man and a woman about business matters, allowing

from Ellington Group's HR 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

though it was his first encounter with Belle, he liked her frankness. Belle smiled. "I heard Master Jessica provided the latest jewelry concept.

in the living room paused,

was descending the staircase, hand

on Percival, a blush creeping across her

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