Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom

Chapter 153

Claire was flat broke, not a penny to her name, yet here she was, staying in a VIP hospital suite. It didn't take a genius to figure out that Mr. Foster had once again covered her medical bills.

She owed Mr. Foster a huge debt of gratitude.

Claire's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "I can do embroidery," she stammered, "I could sell my work to earn money. I just need Mr. Foster to give me some time."

Sean leaned back in his chair with a teasing smile, resting his chin on his hand. "But I don't need money."

Claire paused, taken aback.

Of course, it made sense. A man who could afford a million-dollar Bentley and casually open a fifty-thousand-dollar bottle of wine certainly didn't lack for money.

Claire felt her face flush hotter. They were from two entirely different worlds. How could she possibly repay someone like him when she had nothing worthy to offer? She lowered her head, feeling a wave of despair wash over her.

"So, what does Mr. Foster want?" she asked quietly.

reclined further, his gaze intense and

under his scrutiny,

observed her

down, her expectant gaze a source of constant headache for him. Though the idea of marriage never appealed to him, his grandmother was clearly not one to

tying himself to a cunning socialite from a wealthy family, only to

before him seemed to fit the

was a bit tangled, but that was a minor issue. Worst case,

the Linwoods go under seemed as trivial as snapping his fingers. Yet he worried Claire might not agree to such

and fiercely independent. She wouldn't easily accept such terms for

matter required patience, a

Claire as he strategized how to guide her

on her, the pressure making it hard to breathe, as if she were a prey under the watchful eye of a

feeling, telling herself she was imagining