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."

back. "Just like your father, stubborn as a

arms wrapped around

tried to set her down on

Vivienne nimbly shifted her position, straddling him

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

Percival's lap, her fingertips teasing his neck. "Mr.

tightened his embrace, pinning her close. "Not

Vivienne leaned into Percival, her breath

the bed, his suit jacket draping

with his, their gazes deep

the nape of his neck, pulling

flipped them over the next moment, seated firmly

lips tenderly quenched the thirst of the land beneath

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

responded, affirming a commitment

at the door broke

sat on the couch, and grabbed a

his suit, concealing the

The knocker was Isolde.

smile, "Vivienne, I didn't

bit embarrassed, Vivienne stood.

know, a pretty lady, Grandpa's downstairs chatting

Vivienne and

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

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

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 Master Jessica?" Suddenly, a deep, dark voice came from

the living room

the staircase, hand in

her gaze lingering on Percival, a blush creeping across her

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