NovelEnglishChapter 153 Claire was flat broke, not a penny to her name, yet here she was, staying in a VIP hospital suite. It didn't take a genius to figure out that Mr. Foster had once again covered her medical bills.
She owed Mr. Foster a huge debt of gratitude.
Claire's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "I can do embroidery," she stammered, "I could sell my work to earn money. I just need Mr. Foster to givestime." Sean leaned back in his chair with a teasing smile, resting his chin on his hand. "But I don't need money." Claire paused, taken aback.
Of course, it made sense. A man who could afford a million-dollar Bentley and casually open a fifty-thousand- dollar bottle of wine certainly didn't lack for money.
Claire felt her face flush hotter. They were from two entirely different worlds. How could she possibly repay someone like him when she had nothing worthy to offer? She lowered her head, feeling a wave of despair wash over her.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"So, what does Mr. Foster want?" she asked quietly.
Sean reclined further, his gaze intense and thoughtful.
Claire felt uncomfortable under his scrutiny, her fingers tightly gripping the fork.
Sean observed her unease, contemplating silently.
His grandmother had been increasingly insistent about him settling down, her expectant gaze a source of constant headache for him. Though the idea of marriage never appealed to him, his grandmother was clearly not one to relent easily.
He mused that marrying someone his grandmother adored-someone who wouldn't complicate his life with endless demands-might be better than tying himself to a cunning socialite from a wealthy family, only to grow weary of each other after the vows.
The woman before him seemed to fit the bill perfectly.
Her family situation was a bit tangled, but that was a minor issue. Worst case, he could bankrupt the Linwood family, and they'd no longer be a problem.
To Sean, making a family like the Linwoods go under seemed as trivial as snapping his fingers. Yet he worried Claire might not agree to such an arrangement.
From what he knew of her, Claire was kind and fiercely independent. She wouldn't easily accept such terms for his help.
This matter required patience, a gradual approach.
Sean's eyes remained on Claire as he strategized how to guide her into his well- laid plan.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMeanwhile, Claire was oblivious to Sean's internal plotting. She only felt his gaze lingering too long on her, the pressure making it hard to breathe, as if she were a prey under the watchful eye of a predator.
She shook off the oppressive feeling, telling herself she was imagining things.
Mr. Foster was handsand wealthy, surely used to being around all kinds of women. Why would he bother with someone as sickly as her? Lifting her head, she managed a weak smile. "Mr. Foster, I promise I'll work hard to repay you, both the money and the kindness."
Sean raised an eyebrow, his smile deepening, his voice low and gentle. "There's no rushe And maybe, there's something more valuable than money."
He paused deliberately, watching Claire's puzzled reaction before continuing, "My grandmother's m birthday is next month. You promised to help complete 'Radiant Beauty,' didn't you? If your stitching matches perfectly and no one can tell the difference, let's consider your debt settled. How about that?" Claire's eyes lit up with a spark of relief and surprise.
Could it really be that simple?
She had judged correctly; Mr. Foster was a good man. He saw her lack of money and didn't want to make things difficult for her, only asking her to complete 'Radiant Beauty.'
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