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!"

the second-floor bedroom, the soft glow of a warm lamp cast a cozy ambiance over

hand rested firmly on Claire's lower back, his

pressed against Sean's chest, no

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

tobacco, enveloped her senses, making her head spin and her cheeks flush with a rosy

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

tried to push Sean away, but her hands seemed powerless, unable

with an intensity that

warm breath

insults from below, as though she couldn't hear them

slowly lifted her head, meeting Sean's gaze, his

into a bottomless vortex, her

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

felt her gaze on

but he also pulled her tighter

petite Claire was enveloped by Sean, her face nearly buried in his chest, leaving only her wide, astonished eyes

chin rested on her shoulder, his chiseled features close to her ear as he whispered, "Claire, didn't you hear Ethan's

voice was low, magnetic, probing