Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom

Chapter 315

Sean didn't manage to fall asleep until nearly four in the morning.

Barely three hours later, his phone erupted with a shrill ring, yanking him from a restless slumber.

He fumbled for his phone, his voice rough with exhaustion. "Hello?"

Liam's voice came through the line. "Mr. Foster, there's a crucial meeting in Eastborough today that needs your personal attention. I'll swing by to pick you up soon."

"Alright," Sean replied, exhaling deeply.

Liam seemed to catch the fatigue in Sean's tone-he sounded drained, nothing like his usual self.

"Sir, are you alright?"

"I'm fine," Sean said curtly, and ended the call.

He forced himself to sit up, only for a wave of dizziness to wash over him-low blood sugar. His lips twisted in discomfort as he cursed under his breath, making a silent vow: Never again with the takeout. Never.

After a quick shower and getting dressed in a sharp black suit, Sean opened his bedroom door.

The moment he did, the familiar pungent smell of cilantro hit him full in the face.

Sean's heart sank.

morning, Mr. Foster. You're

drifted to the steaming

Claire the impression he hadn't had enough. Today's portion looked

rush out like yesterday—just take your time. And if

his lips twitch again in

his cilantro allergy to Claire, but seeing the hopeful

just an allergy, he told himself. Worst case, he

as he walked towards the table,

he sat down, the doorbell

up-Liam

an excuse, grab the bowl on his way out, and

in the car. That way, Claire's thoughtful gesture wouldn't go to

"I'll

to hear the doorbell, read his lips and quickly interjected, "No, no, Mr. Foster. Sit

and

the table, not touching his fork, eyes fixed on the entryway, silently hoping Liam

as he saw who

It was Mandy

pulled the door open, Mandy bounded inside like a

flinging her arms around Claire and burying her face in her shoulder, exclaiming, “Claire, I