Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom

Chapter 219

The scene reflected in the floor-to-ceiling window of the second-floor bedroom made Victor's eyes widen in shock. His face was a canvas of disbelief.

The entwined silhouettes upstairs hit him like a sledgehammer, shattering his sense of understanding.

He quickly regained his composure, furrowing his brow into a deep line as he gently tugged on Ethan's sleeve. "Calm down," he urged. "Things might not be as they seem. There could be a misunderstanding."

But Ethan paid no heed. His eyes, bloodshot and blazing like two fiery coals, remained fixed on the figures upstairs. His chest heaved with fury as he shouted, "A misunderstanding? Look closely. They're practically glued together, and it's obvious what they're up to. What misunderstanding could there be?"

He then bellowed up at Claire on the second floor, "Claire, are you that desperate? Can't live without a man?"

His voice, sharp with anger, echoed through the silent night.

His eyes were practically shooting sparks.

Claire, frail and still recovering from losing a kidney, was far too weak for such risky behavior.

The thought of it fueled Ethan's anger, believing Claire was deliberately self- destructive just to torment everyone with worry.

Watching the silhouettes through the window, merging as one, the veins on his forehead stood out in stark relief.

"Claire, I'm warning you! If you keep messing around with Sean Foster, and you end up dead, don't expect us-the Linwood family to clean up the mess. We won't bear that shame!"

second-floor bedroom, the soft glow of a warm lamp

Claire's lower back, his touch

Sean's chest,

sheer nightgown, she could feel the heat radiating from him, quickening

her senses, making her head spin and

you," Claire's voice was barely above a whisper, tinged with shyness and

Sean away, but her hands seemed powerless,

Claire with an intensity that

fluttered, her warm

to Ethan's booming insults from below, as though she couldn't hear

her head, meeting Sean's gaze, his eyes

felt herself being drawn into a bottomless vortex, her heart

she focused on Sean's perfectly sculpted lips. "Mr. Foster, c-could you let go of me

her gaze on his lips, his expression

but he also pulled her

enveloped by Sean, her face nearly buried in his chest, leaving only her wide,

close to her

voice was low, magnetic, probing