Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom

Chapter 212

Sean felt a surge of heat under the intense gaze directed his way. He loosened his patterned tie, his Adam's apple moving dangerously beneath the black silk.

The elderly matriarch noticed the moment and was over the moon with joy.

This young rascal, she thought, finally seems to have understood how to keep Claire close. All her efforts hadn't been in vain.

Though his reasoning was shaky, Sean was never one for logic.

He turned to Claire, "Ms. Linwood, what do you think about this arrangement?"

To Claire, this so-called punishment wasn't one at all.

Living with the Foster family meant being well-fed and cared for, with her own spacious, sunlit bedroom and a private sewing room.

She was never disturbed while working, and everyone in the Foster family respected her.

This was the life she had always dreamed of.

"Alright," she replied softly, her voice slightly hoarse with a hint of barely concealed delight.

Sean's lips curled into a subtle smile, and a barely noticeable raise of his eyebrows revealed his own secret satisfaction.

This young lady was still as easy to convince as ever.

could devour. The matriarch took it all in, clicking

knew her grandson well; in Sean's cunning presence, Claire was

taken in by him, thinking Sean was all

whisked away by a group of suited men to discuss

tenderness. "Claire, you've been busy all day. Are you hungry? Help yourself to some food, chat with whoever you like, and ignore those you don't. Just enjoy

and no drinking." Her tone was gentle and full of affection, as if she were speaking to her

up a glass of

a deep, velvety black, dotted

carried a slight chill, gently stirring her

become one with the

her head buzzed, as if a swarm of bees was trapped

constant ringing in her ears, a consequence of the brutal beating she endured from Yvonne and her followers,

juice, she pulled over a chair and sat down, resting her head on her arms

a tide, and she slowly

when Sean finished his engagements and

light outlined her slender form, and Sean's gaze

by Claire's side,

were slightly flushed from resting her

as if even in

and draped

leaning down gently, he scooped her up in his

were tender, as if