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.

his gaze intense and

scrutiny, her fingers

her unease,

down, her expectant gaze a source of constant headache for him. Though the idea of marriage never appealed to him, his grandmother was

tying himself to

seemed to fit

family situation was a bit tangled, but that was a minor issue. Worst case, he could bankrupt the Linwood

seemed as trivial as snapping his

he knew of her, Claire was kind and fiercely independent. She wouldn't easily accept such terms for

patience, a

as he strategized how to guide her into

Claire was oblivious to Sean's internal plotting. She only felt his gaze lingering too long on her, the pressure making it

the oppressive feeling, telling herself she