NovelGoldChapter 349 Sean noticed the flicker of disappointment in Claire's eyes. He frowned slightly, crouched down in front of her, and said gently, "We've been walking for ages- you must be in pain. Con, letcarry you." His words nearly brought tears to Claire's eyes.
Anyone could see that her limp was severe. Yet since she'd left prison, not a single family member had ever asked if her leg hurt, nor bothered to find her a doctor. Even her own brother, Ethan, had mocked her for "faking it" the day she was released.
Only the Fosters had ever truly considered her feelings.
Her grandmother had specially hired a professional physical therapist to massage her legs every day, easing her pain. Grace made nourishing meals for her three times a day, never missing a single one.
And now, even Mr. Foster was so thoughtful, so gentle with her... The warmth of his concern made Claire's heart melt. Her nose stung, eyes turning red.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe spoke softly, "Mr. Foster, I—" But Sean cut her off, his voice gentle but firm. "No need to say anything. Just get on." Claire hesitated, but finally leaned forward, draping herself over his broad, steady back.
Sean lifted her with ease and began to walk on, step by steady step.
His back was wide and reassuring a safe harbor she'd never known before. For a while, neither of them spoke. Claire breathed in the subtle scent of cedar that clung to Sean's shirt, crisp and clean, soothing her nerves.
With every breath, her worries faded away. Her eyelids grew heavy and slowly closed.
Sean walked a long way, and Claire didn't say a word the whole time. He could feel the way her breathing evened out, her body gradually relaxing.
By the tJeffry Moore pulled up in the Rolls-Royce, Claire was fast asleep on Sean's back.
He gently settled her into the backseat, carefully tucking her in so she wouldn't wake.
The next morning, sunlight streamed through the windows.
It was Mandy's birthday, and Claire and May were already seated in Sean's car, headed to the Grandeur Hotel.
The Grandeur was the most luxurious hotel in all of Cresthaven, renowned for its breathtaking architecture and opulent interiors.
When they arrived, Sean turned to Claire and said, "Claire, you and May head up to Suite 101. I have a meeting with a client here-once I'm done, I'll join you." Claire nodded. "Don't worry about us, Mr. Foster. There's still plenty of time-we'll wait for you in the suite." They parted ways for the moment, each heading in a different direction.
A smiling concierge led Claire and May down a plush carpeted hallway to Suite 101.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWhen they opened the door, both women stopped short in awe.
A massive round mahogany table stood in the center, polished to a mirror shine and gleaming under the soft lights. Elegant dinnerware was set out with fresh flowers arranged in vibrant, fragrant bouquets-every detail oozed sophistication. Masterful artwork hung on the walls, lending the room an air of culture and refinement.
Overhead, an enormous crystal chandelier cast a warm, golden glow, making the suite feel as grand as a palace. Claire and May had never seen such luxury.
May, despite years working as a housekeeper for the Linwood family, had never stepped into a dining room this extravagant. Now, she fidgeted, unsure where to sit or what to touch. "This place is gorgeous-I almost feel like I shouldn't even sit down," May whispered, embarrassed. Claire smiled and soothed her. "Don't worry, May. Mr. Foster arranged all this for us. Let's just enjoy it."
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