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."

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

snuggled into his embrace, her slender arms wrapped around his neck, allowing him to carry her

set her

straddling him

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

lap, her fingertips teasing his

embrace, pinning her close. "Not

leaned into Percival, her breath brushing his face in

Percival shifted and pressed Vivienne into the bed, his suit jacket

breathing grew heavy, her legs entwined with his, their gazes

restlessly at the nape of his neck, pulling at

the next moment, seated firmly on his

the thirst of the

restrained himself, holding back the intensity of youthful passion about to fade

affirming a commitment recognized at first

the door broke through

sat on the couch, and grabbed

adjusted his suit, concealing the lipstick mark on

The knocker was Isolde.

little head appeared, her young face wearing a knowing smile, "Vivienne, I didn't

embarrassed, Vivienne stood. "Who's looking for

chatting with

that, Vivienne and

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

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

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

in the living room

staircase, hand in

breath, her gaze lingering on Percival, a blush creeping

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