Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom

Chapter 432

Her eyelids grew heavy, and before long, she drifted off to sleep.

Several hours later, the car glided quietly into Northcrest City.

Still fast asleep, Claire only began to stir when someone gently lifted her. As she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was Mr. Tempest's handsome face looming close, his features soft with affection.

"Is Claire awake?" Mr. Tempest murmured, pausing mid-motion as he tried to cradle her gently in his arms. He moved with such care, as if afraid even the slightest jostle might wake her-but, despite his efforts, Claire was already awake.

A flicker of disappointment crossed Mr. Tempest's mind. Why did she have to wake up so soon?

His brand-new daughter looked so adorably small and soft, like a marshmallow. He imagined how wonderful it would feel to hold her-so different from his eldest son, who was all angles and stubbornness and not the least bit cuddly.

Just as he reached for another chance to snuggle his precious girl, Claire sat up and, ever the polite child, held up a tiny hand to stop him.

"Daddy, I can walk by myself."

With that, Claire hopped out of the car, beaming up at Mr. Tempest with a bright, expectant smile, as if to say, Look at me, Dad! Aren't I amazing?

Mr. Tempest blinked, caught between laughter and resignation. So much for hugging his sweet daughter.

He mustered a chuckle. "Amazing. Our Claire is the best."

her left hand, while Mrs. Tempest clasped her

of them strolled toward the villa, radiating the warmth of a perfectly happy

but forgotten, was Orion, his small face

back. "Come on, Orion!

The tight line of his mouth softened ever so

little sister

lied: his sister was as adorable and

stunned. The Tempest family was far wealthier than she had ever

yel

understated elegant style that spoke of old

living room alone boasted a set of antique couches worth a small fortune, and that was just the

there were rare woods and custom details the kind of craftsmanship that cost more than most people could dream of

her past life, what had she missed

stood there, dazed, Mrs. Tempest led her upstairs and opened the door to a

open, Claire was greeted by a dreamy, sunlit space decorated in every shade of pink-a princess's room,

through the windows, bathing everything in a warm,

just for you.

room was spacious-easily three times the size of

at the Linwood house. They hadn't even