Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom novel Chapter 137

Claire looked at him, her eyes devoid of emotion, like a still pond.

After a moment, she slowly lowered her legs, turned to face the man, and spoke in a voice as raspy as sandpaper, "If you don't want to interfere with my fate, then why do you care?"

Sean took a drag from his cigarette, exhaling a smoke ring that drifted lazily in the air before dissipating. His gaze settled on Claire through the haze.

"Life is like a play. Sometimes an extra spectator changes the entire plot. I just want to see how your story unfolds if you don't die today."

Claire was taken aback. The man in front of her remained impassive throughout, his demeanor cool to the point of indifference.

He seemed utterly unconcerned with the life or death of others.

Yet, his cold, almost unsympathetic words struck a chord in Claire.

Who wouldn't choose life if given a chance?

If life's play could be performed brilliantly, who would want to ruin it?

Claire's eyes filled with a sense of desolation. "My play's already a disaster. There's nothing left to see."

Sean, however, was unfazed. "You never know. The best parts often come at the end."

Claire fell silent, her gaze dropping to her scar-riddled body as she pondered his words.

After a long pause, she looked up, a faint glimmer of hope in her eyes. "Do you really think I can start over?"

"Why not? As long as you want to, you can start anytime."

Claire's heart was a whirl of emotions. His words were like a ray of light piercing her dark, desolate world.

Just then, a cold breeze swept through, and Claire shivered.

Noticing this, Sean took off his black coat and handed it to her. "Here, put this on. Don't catch a chill."

Claire hesitated for a moment before accepting the coat. As she draped it over her shoulders, the faint scent of tobacco and the warmth from his body provided a long-lost sense of comfort.

"Thank you."

"Do you really want to thank me?"

"Hmm?" Claire looked at him, puzzled.

"Weren't you about to say thank you?"