Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom novel Chapter 197

His face remained emotionless, but his eyes betrayed a storm of conflicting feelings.

Watching the brutal scene unfold before him as Claire endured the assault, he felt as if needles were piercing his heart, causing an excruciating pain. Yet, he made no move to intervene.

Claire was too stubborn. Her unyielding nature was something he despised. Only by breaking her spirit and stripping away her pride could she learn to be more compliant.

He didn’t ask for much—just for her to be ordinary, to be obedient, nothing more.

He was waiting, waiting for Claire to plead with him. The moment she did, he would not hesitate to shield her under his protection.

His eyes fixed intently on Claire, his emotions blatantly clear.

Beg me!

Beg me, and I will help you!

Amidst the agony and humiliation, Claire slowly lifted her head, locking eyes with Brian. She not only understood the unspoken message in his gaze but also saw the cold indifference, anticipation, and a hint of restrained cruelty.

In that instant, her heart grew cold, and her disgust for him reached a new height.

Beg him?

Even if it meant death, she would never lower herself to that.

A mocking, cold smile played on Claire’s lips, her swollen cheeks making the expression even more striking. Her gaze at Brian was contemptuous, as though she was looking at a ridiculous clown.

Brian felt as if an invisible hand had gripped his heart tightly, sending a sudden jolt of pain through him. He opened his mouth, wanting to explain, but his throat seemed blocked, unable to produce any sound.

In such a scenario, any words would be meaningless. His eyes flickered with a hint of panic and embarrassment.

His feet moved instinctively, wanting to rush forward to save Claire, but her icy, piercing gaze was like a bucket of cold water, quenching his momentary impulse.

With a resolute heart, he dismissed the thought of helping Claire, his face returning to its indifferent demeanor, though his tightly clenched fists betrayed the turmoil within.

Mrs. Foster, seeing Claire smile, assumed she was being mocked, and her anger flared to an uncontrollable degree.

“You wretched girl, who do you think you are to laugh at me? Someone as lowly as you, parading around in clothes as if you're something special. Since you like to seduce men so much, let’s strip you bare and let you have your fill of attention.”