NovelGoldChapter 202 But as soon as Sean imagined what Brian might have done to her in that room, the thought made those slightly flushed lips of hers hard to ignore.
He frowned slightly, but it was fleeting. The emotion that had slipped out was quickly reined back in.
"Chere," he commanded, his voice deeper than usual.
Claire felt a twinge of nervousness, but she couldn't bring herself to resist. So, obediently, she walked over and sat quietly on the bed.
Sean dipped a cotton swab into the ointment, ready to apply it. However, he was momentarily distracted by the delicate fragrance wafting from her.
For a moment, his fingertips hovered above Claire's swollen cheekbone, hesitating to touch down.
The steam from her recent shower still clung to her eyelashes, crystallizing into tiny droplets that shimmered with her uneasy tremble.
"Mr. Foster, is something wrong?" Claire asked, surprised.
"It might sting a little," he said, his voice rough and low, his Adam's apple moving in the shadows. "Try to bear with it." He leaned in closer to Claire's face.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe ointment was cool against her skin, not as painful as she had feared.
His expression was intensely focused, his handsface so close that Claire could see every detail.
Her heart raced suddenly, and she nervously clutched the edge of her robe, her eyes fixed on Sean's prominent nose, afraid to move.
The faint scent of his shampoo mixed with the smell of tobacco lingered at her nose, and his warm breath lightly brushed her neck, making her cheeks blush involuntarily.
Noticing her embarrassment, Sean raised an eyebrow ever so slightly and deliberately leaned in closer, his warm breath teasing her neck.
The ticklish sensation made her shiver gently.
Sean observed her reaction and looked up, "Does it hurt?" "No, no, it doesn't," Claire replied, her gaze darting away, feeling like she might suffocate.
"I'll be gentle, just hang in there. It'll be over soon." After finishing with the ointment, Claire thought they were done.
But to her surprise, he even helped dry her hair.
At twenty-three, Claire had never been cared for so attentively.
Mr. Foster and Grandma had been so good to her; if she ever had the chance, she promised herself she would repay them with everything she had.
Lost in these thoughts, she was startled when Sean gently pushed her back onto the bed.
Claire's eyes widened, "Mr. Foster... this isn't quite right, I—I'm not ready..." Sean tucked her in, "Hmm? What do you need to be ready for?" Claire's face turned crimson, and she quickly turned her head away, "N-nothing." Sean chuckled softly, "It's still early. Rest up, and we'll head back later." Claire wasn't sure what Sean intended to do, but judging by his demeanor in the ballroom earlier, it was clear he wouldn't let things slide easily.
"Thank you, Mr. Foster," Claire said sincerely.
Sean placed a large hand over her eyes, "Sleep." Under Sean's comforting presence, Claire gradually drifted off to sleep.
Sean remained by her side, watching her peaceful slumber, the smile on his face vanishing without a trace.
Tticked by, and in the ballroom, the guests spent a grueling three hours steeped in fear and anxiety. The atmosphere inside was as oppressive as the calm before a storm.
Everyone was riddled with uncertainty and fear, speculating about how Sean might handle the situation. As tpassed, fear turned into despair.
They began to blone another, arguments breaking out and turning the ballroom into chaos.
Finally, the ballroom doors slowly opened.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSean and Claire entered side by side.
Claire was wearing a light blue dress, her hair elegantly draped over hen shoulders. The swelling on her face had subsided considerably, and she looked refreshingly beautiful. Sean's gaze was like a sharp blade, scanning each face until it settled on Vanessa.
Remembering how Vanessa had grabbed Claire's hair, his voice was cold and deep, "Miss Vanessa's hairstyle seems a bit messy."
Vanessa was taken aback. She instinctively thought Sean was m expressing concern, and a flicker of delight crossed her face, her cheeks turning pink. However, Sean's next words hit like a bolt of lightning, freezing her smile in place. "Someone, shave her head." Sean's voice was not loud, but it was particularly clear in the quiet ballroom.
Every woman present widened their eyes in horror.
The importance of hair to a woman is something only women truly understand.
Growing long, beautiful hair takes years of care and attention.
While shaving it off doesn't hurt physically, it inflicts significant psychological trauma.
"No! Please, no!" Vanessa screamed in terror.
Several bodyguards immediately stepped forward, grasped Vanessa's arms, and dragged her from the crowd.
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