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.

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

set her down on

Vivienne nimbly shifted her position, straddling him instead of the princess

at the mischievous girl above

fingertips teasing his neck. “Mr. Wolf, your uncle

pinning her close. “Not as handsome as

into Percival, her breath brushing his face

shifted and pressed Vivienne into the bed, his suit jacket

legs entwined with

fingers played restlessly at the nape of his neck, pulling

over the next moment, seated

tenderly quenched the thirst of the

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

a commitment

the door

swiftly stood, sat on the couch,

adjusted his suit, concealing the lipstick mark on his

The knocker was Isolde.

knowing smile, “Vivienne, I didn’t

embarrassed, Vivienne stood. “Who’s looking for

downstairs chatting with her. Oh,

that, Vivienne and

was 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

nod, “Mr. Ellington, now that I’m on board, I’ll be straightforward, and I hope you won’t

though it was his first encounter with Belle, he

latest jewelry concept.

do you need with Master Jessica?” Suddenly, a

three in the living room paused, turning

the staircase, hand in hand with

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

Percival. Mr. Percival, this is our new head of

a fearless calf facing a wolf. She must

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