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

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

inside, Percival tried to set her down on

nimbly shifted her position, straddling him instead of

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

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

pinning her close. "Not

leaned into Percival, her breath brushing his face in a

shifted and pressed Vivienne into the bed, his suit jacket draping over her slender

entwined with his,

nape of his

next moment,

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

the intensity of youthful passion about to

affirming a commitment recognized

at the door

swiftly stood, sat on the couch, and grabbed a bag

concealing the lipstick mark on

The knocker was Isolde.

smile, "Vivienne, I didn't mean to interrupt. Someone's here to see

embarrassed, Vivienne stood.

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

got it." With that, Vivienne and Percival descended the

was conversing with a man and a woman about business

new Head of Design, Belle. She's a famed designer from Omorol Design Company. The hit designs from last year?

Richard with 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 the latest jewelry concept. I wonder, do I have the fortune of meeting her?" "What do you need with

in the living room paused, turning

staircase, hand in hand with

lingering on Percival, a blush creeping across

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