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,

embrace, her slender arms wrapped around

inside, Percival tried to set her down on the

her position, straddling him instead of the princess

up at the mischievous girl above him.

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

embrace, pinning her

into Percival, her breath brushing his face in a faint

shifted and pressed Vivienne into the bed, his suit jacket

grew heavy, her legs entwined with his, their gazes

nape of his neck, pulling at the

next moment, seated firmly

tenderly quenched the thirst

the intensity of youthful passion about to

commitment recognized at

sound at the door broke through the steamy

couch,

suit, concealing the lipstick mark

The knocker was Isolde.

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

stood. "Who's looking

pretty lady, Grandpa's downstairs chatting with her.

that, Vivienne and Percival descended

man and a woman about business matters, allowing Cecilia to listen on the

man from Ellington Group's HR department said, "this is our new Head of Design, Belle. She's a

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

three in the living

staircase, hand in hand with

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

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