NovelGoldChapter 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.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"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 sfood, 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 becone with the tranquil night, her fatigue and worries gradually fading away.
Still, her head buzzed, as if a swarm of bees was trapped inside.
It was a constant ringing in her ears, a consequence of the brutal beating she endured from Yvonne and her followers, which had left her hearing impaired.
After finishing her juice, she pulled over a chair and sat down, resting her head on her arms atop the balcony railing.
Exhaustion washed over her like a tide, and she slowly closed her eyes, drifting into a light sleep.
It was unclear how much thad passed when Sean finished his engagements and happened to glance back, spotting the curled-up figure on the balcony.
The dim light outlined her slender form, and Sean's gaze softened as he instinctively moved toward her.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe stood quietly by Claire's side, studying her face intently.
Claire's cheeks were slightly flushed from resting her head for too long, and her brow was furrowed, as if even in sleep, she found no peace.
Sean removed his jacket and draped it over Claire.
Then, leaning down gently, he scooped her up in his arms.
His movements were tender, as if afraid of waking her.
In her sleep, Claire shifted slightly, sensing the warmth and snuggling closer into his embrace. Sean couldn't help but smile at her reaction.
Liam, witnessing the scene, grinned cheekily. "Boss, you seem to bem getting quite attached to Ms. Linwood. Is it possible you have feelings for her?" Sean paused, eyeing Liam's teasing expression. "Your bonus for this month is gone." Liam's smile vanished, his face falling. "Why is that?" "Because you talk too much." Liam was speechless, but he knew better than to argue.
He quickly caught up with Sean, rubbing his hands together in an attempt to curry favor. "Boss, could you at least reimbursefor my socks?"
Sean recalled the incident of Brian getting a face full of smelly socks, and a rare hint of amusement flickered in his usually stern eyes. "Consider it done." Liam's mood instantly brightened. "Boss, you're the most handsman in the world to me." "If you keep talking, you'll be back at the office working overtime." Liam clamped a hand over his mouth, scurrying after Sean like an obedient puppy.
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