Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom

Chapter 98

Claire's sudden closeness made Vincent's breath catch in his throat. He froze, instinctively wanting to step back, but found himself unable to move even an inch away.

Their proximity was almost intimate; he could distinctly smell the faint scent of her soap-a sweet, clean fragrance that lingered at the tip of his nose, stirring something deep within him.

He could even see the fine, soft hairs on her face, illuminated by the dim light, casting a gentle halo around her. Her delicate features appeared even more enchanting under the influence of the medicine.

His Adam's apple bobbed unconsciously as his large hand, as if guided by some unseen force, wrapped around Claire's slender waist. The softness of her touch sent a tremor through his heart.

His voice was hoarse, with a barely noticeable tremor, "Claire, what's wrong?"

At this moment, Claire's cheeks were flushed a fiery red, and even her lips were a seductive shade of crimson, making her look like a rose on the verge of blooming, exuding an irresistible allure that could easily stir the deepest desires within

anyone.

burning heat within her, like a wildfire. Instinct drove her

uneven, brushing against Vincent's neck

tightened his grip around her waist, pulling her firmly into his

him was like a

time when this scent had accompanied countless warm moments,

she forced her heavy eyelids open, only to find Vincent's handsome face mere inches away-the eyebrows, the contours, all the past

to slap him hard across

glaring disdain and anger in her eyes cut through Vincent's

explain, but his throat felt blocked, unable to produce a

and staggered towards the

Vincent standing there, stunned, with

wall, gasping for air. The effects of the medicine surged even