Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom

Chapter 348

"Claire, why are you so ungrateful? I'm saying all this for your own good. If it were anyone else, I wouldn't even bother," Vincent snapped.

Claire looked at him with a kind of pity-like she was watching a sad, ridiculous clown make a fool of himself.

"If it were someone else and you spoke to them like this, they would've slapped you across the face a long time ago,” she replied, her voice icy. "The only reason I don't stoop to your level is because I don't want to dirty my own hands."

She took a breath, her gaze unwavering. "Vincent, I hope this is the last time we ever see each other. And if we do run into each other again, do yourself a favor and leave me alone. Honestly, talking to you for even a second more makes my skin crawl. You make me physically sick."

"Believe me, I mean every word. I truly, deeply loathe you. Just looking at you feels like I'm polluting my eyes.

With that, Claire turned on her heel, grabbed Sean's hand, and strode away without looking back.

Vincent's hands tightened around the arms of his wheelchair, his entire body trembling.

He watched as Claire and Sean's figures faded down the street, bitterness burning in his chest.

He knew he'd lost her. But the urge to possess her was like a sickness-he couldn't bring himself to let go.

walk away, as if it meant nothing? How could she fall into

knowing she wasn't "pure" by his standards,

clutched the folder in his lap-the

big divorce case, and his client was none other

seize every penny of his wife's fortune, Vincent stood to

was sure he could destroy the guy at Claire's

you go that easily," Vincent muttered under his breath, his voice edged

the quiet street,

and gently placed his hands on

halo around him, softening the edges of

listen to him,” Sean said quietly. “You're amazing, Claire. I'm not with

to Claire because his grandmother liked her, and he was tired of being hounded by other women.

all this time together, he'd realized

felt calm at peace in a

was gentle, kind, honest. There was something about the way

way she spoke, that drew people