Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom novel Chapter 212

Sean felt a surge of heat under the intense gaze directed his way. He loosened his patterned tie, his Adam's apple moving dangerously beneath the black silk.

The elderly matriarch noticed the moment and was over the moon with joy.

This young rascal, she thought, finally seems to have understood how to keep Claire close. All her efforts hadn’t been in vain.

Though his reasoning was shaky, Sean was never one for logic.

He turned to Claire, "Ms. Linwood, what do you think about this arrangement?"

To Claire, this so-called punishment wasn't one at all.

Living with the Foster family meant being well-fed and cared for, with her own spacious, sunlit bedroom and a private sewing room.

She was never disturbed while working, and everyone in the Foster family respected her.

This was the life she had always dreamed of.

"Alright," she replied softly, her voice slightly hoarse with a hint of barely concealed delight.

Sean’s lips curled into a subtle smile, and a barely noticeable raise of his eyebrows revealed his own secret satisfaction.

This young lady was still as easy to convince as ever.

He narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing Claire with a gaze that could devour. The matriarch took it all in, clicking her tongue in disapproval.

She knew her grandson well; in Sean’s cunning presence, Claire was like an innocent rabbit.

She might end up completely taken in by him, thinking Sean was all charm and kindness.

After exchanging a few more pleasantries with the matriarch, Sean was whisked away by a group of suited men to discuss the intricate details of business matters.

The elderly lady turned to Claire, her eyes full of tenderness. "Claire, you've been busy all day. Are you hungry? Help yourself to some food, chat with whoever you like, and ignore those you don’t. Just enjoy yourself."

"Oh, and no drinking." Her tone was gentle and full of affection, as if she were speaking to her most cherished granddaughter.

Claire nodded obediently, picked up a glass of juice, and slowly walked out onto the balcony.

The night sky was a deep, velvety black, dotted with a few faint stars.

The evening breeze carried a slight chill, gently stirring her hair.

Standing there, she seemed to become one with the tranquil night, her fatigue and worries gradually fading away.

Still, her head buzzed, as if a swarm of bees was trapped inside.