Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom novel Chapter 225

Claire nestled into the soft pillows, the light from the bedside lamp glinting off the ring on her finger. Absentmindedly, she rubbed the band, as if it still held the warmth of Sean's touch. She curled her fingers close to her heart, her satin nightgown pooling in delicate folds around her waist. A soft smile played on her lips, like a rose blooming quietly in the night.

Meanwhile, in another room, the bathroom's frosted glass was blurred with steam. Within the mist, the man's muscles moved like rolling hills as he toweled off, water droplets clinging to the ridges of his back, sparkling like diamonds under the warm light.

Minutes ticked away, the quiet broken only by the soft click of the glass door. A wave of cedarwood-scented heat swept through the room as he stepped out, a towel casually wrapped around his waist. Droplets hung from his hair, trailing down his chest and disappearing beneath the towel.

His presence exuded a raw, captivating allure, adding a touch of carefree abandon to his otherwise stern demeanor. Sean picked up a towel with unhurried grace, drying his hair with movements that were both elegant and effortlessly confident. Every motion radiated an irresistible charm.

Once done, he tossed the towel onto a nearby chair without a second thought. Barefoot, he padded across the plush carpet, the lingering steam dissipating behind him, leaving only the palpable aura of his presence.

He approached the window, casually pulling back the heavy drapes and settling into the plush cushions of a rocking chair, his long legs draped like a drawn sword. The chair swayed gently with his weight, emitting a faint creaking sound.

Half-lidded eyes took on the shifting shadows cast by the rain outside, his gaze eventually settling on Ethan, who knelt, soaked to the bone like a drowned rat. Sean observed him with a raised brow, a slight smirk playing on his lips, eyes gleaming with a curious amusement, as if watching a well-orchestrated comedy.