Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom

Chapter 220

Claire's frail and worn-out body felt utterly undeserving of someone as radiant as Sean. The flush that had just colored her cheeks faded swiftly, replaced by a profound sense of melancholy and desolation.

Sean lifted his gaze and looked down at Ethan from the window, his eyes turning as cold as ice, capable of freezing everything in their path, with a hint of challenge lurking beneath.

Ethan met Sean's steely gaze, his heart nearly bursting with anger. His finger trembled as he pointed at Sean, shouting, "Sean Foster, I'm warning you, don't you dare lay a finger on my sister!"

Ethan's fury ignited a mischievous defiance in Sean. A sardonic smile crept up Sean's lips, made all the more dazzling under the glow of the lights.

Suddenly, Sean turned his head and gently pressed his lips to Claire's neck. In that instant, time seemed to stand still.

Claire felt a jolt of electricity surge through her, her heart nearly leaping out of her chest. Her hands clenched tightly, her breath becoming erratic and disordered.

Ethan, standing outside Foster Manor, witnessed everything with clarity. His eyes widened like saucers, stomping his feet in rage, and he charged towards the mansion's door, pounding on it with all his might.

let me in!" he yelled. "Sean, you bastard,

no good, you won't be

revealing Nanny Grace and

let me in immediately! Sean's all over Claire, he's even kissing her—I'll

exchanged a glance, their faces lighting up with undisguised joy. Without a

with delight. "Wonderful, just wonderful," she exclaimed. She had thought Sean was hopelessly unromantic, but here he was, taking the initiative with Claire. Their progress was astonishing, catching her entirely

outside, continued his tirade at the second-floor window where Claire and Sean stood, completely forgetting why he had come to see Claire in the first

watched Claire's slender silhouette, feeling an odd sense of unease. Despite Ethan's loud and abrasive insults, Claire remained unmoved, as if

outside. His lips traced a path up Claire's neck, his warm breath grazing her skin, turning

pull away slightly, but Sean only held her tighter. "Mr. Foster..." Claire whispered, her voice

like a gentle hand teasing his heart, deepening the intensity in his eyes. He loosened his hold a bit, though