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

into his embrace, her slender arms wrapped

inside, Percival tried to set her down

nimbly shifted her position, straddling him instead of the

his arms around Vivienne's waist, steadied himself, and sat on the couch, looking up at the mischievous girl above him. His Adam's apple

his neck. "Mr. Wolf, your

her close. "Not as handsome as

Percival, her breath brushing

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

grew heavy, her legs entwined with his, their gazes

played restlessly at the nape of his neck, pulling at the exposed

flipped them over the next moment,

quenched the thirst of the land beneath

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

a commitment

the door broke through

the couch, and grabbed a bag

adjusted his suit, concealing the

The knocker was Isolde.

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

bit embarrassed, Vivienne stood. "Who's

chatting with her. Oh, and

that, Vivienne and Percival

woman about

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

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

living

the staircase, hand in hand

gaze lingering on Percival, a blush creeping

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