Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom novel Chapter 153

Claire was flat broke, not a penny to her name, yet here she was, staying in a VIP hospital suite. It didn't take a genius to figure out that Mr. Foster had once again covered her medical bills.

She owed Mr. Foster a huge debt of gratitude.

Claire's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "I can do embroidery," she stammered, "I could sell my work to earn money. I just need Mr. Foster to give me some time."

Sean leaned back in his chair with a teasing smile, resting his chin on his hand. "But I don't need money."

Claire paused, taken aback.

Of course, it made sense. A man who could afford a million-dollar Bentley and casually open a fifty-thousand-dollar bottle of wine certainly didn't lack for money.

Claire felt her face flush hotter. They were from two entirely different worlds. How could she possibly repay someone like him when she had nothing worthy to offer?

She lowered her head, feeling a wave of despair wash over her.

"So, what does Mr. Foster want?" she asked quietly.

Sean reclined further, his gaze intense and thoughtful.

Claire felt uncomfortable under his scrutiny, her fingers tightly gripping the fork.

Sean observed her unease, contemplating silently.

His grandmother had been increasingly insistent about him settling down, her expectant gaze a source of constant headache for him. Though the idea of marriage never appealed to him, his grandmother was clearly not one to relent easily.

He mused that marrying someone his grandmother adored—someone who wouldn't complicate his life with endless demands—might be better than tying himself to a cunning socialite from a wealthy family, only to grow weary of each other after the vows.