The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

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,

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

inside, Percival tried to set her down

position, straddling

up at the mischievous

perched on Percival’s lap, her fingertips teasing his neck. “Mr. Wolf,

her close.

leaned into Percival, her breath brushing his face

into the bed, his suit jacket draping over her slender

entwined with his, their gazes deep as

nape of

flipped them over the next

down, her lips tenderly quenched the thirst of

the intensity of youthful passion

responded, affirming a commitment recognized at first

the door broke through the

the couch, and grabbed a bag

the lipstick mark on

The knocker was Isolde.

I didn’t mean to interrupt. Someone’s here to see you both. That’s why I

stood.

lady, Grandpa’s downstairs chatting with her.

it.” With that, Vivienne

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

Belle. She’s

a nod, “Mr. Ellington, now that I’m on board, I’ll be straightforward, and I hope

always appreciated candor; though it was his

provided the latest jewelry concept. I wonder, do I have the fortune of meeting

Suddenly, a deep, dark

in the living room paused, turning to

descending the staircase, hand

lingering on

Percival, this is our new head of the

a fearless calf facing a

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