RedNovelChapter 154 "Alright, I'll make sure to finish it beautifully." It was her embroidery to begin with, so having her complete it made perfect sense. Claire looked at Sean with gratitude in her eyes.
Sean gave a slight smile. "Once you're better, why not stay at my place for a while?" Claire's eyes widened in shock.
Stay at his place? This... might not be appropriate.
The next moment, Sean added, "I can only be at ease watching you embroider." Claire immediately understood.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Radiant Beauty" was a piece Mr. Foster had acquired for two million dollars. His concern about her work on it was understandable.
Claire's eyes crinkled into a smile. "Okay." Sean's gaze deepened, and the smile on his lips broadened.
Such a naive girl, he thought.
Claire felt a soft blush rise on her cheeks and quickly looked down to continue her meal.
Sean returned to his book.
Every now and then, Claire would glance up at his focused profile, feeling a strange sense of reassurance. Outside the hospital room, Liam looked as if he'd just bitten into a lemon, his face twisted in distaste. Just moments ago, Nathan had called him, though how he got his number was anyone's guess. Nathan's sycophantic tone echoed in Liam's mind, leaving him speechless.
The last tat the gala, the Linwood family had shamelessly tried to arrange a marriage with the boss, which was distasteful enough. Now, they were trying to set him up with beautiful women for dinner. The lengths the Linwoods would go to achieve their goals were outrageous.
Liam muttered under his breath, "To think they'd treat their daughter this way and still have the nerve to cozy up." Through the window of the hospital room, Liam watched Claire quietly eating at the table while Sean sat by the window, engrossed in his book, the sunlight casting a warm glow over them, creating a harmonious scene.
Ms. Linwood had earned the old lady and the boss's favor, suggesting she had a good character, truly a rose growing from thorny vines.
Liam felt a twinge of sympathy for Claire.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAt Cresthaven General Hospital, Nathan threw his phone onto the bed with a forceful thud, his face dark and stormy.
Vanessa, taken aback by his demeanor, quickly approached. "Dad, what's wrong? Did Mr. Foster still refuse?"
Nathan gritted his teeth, speaking with venom. "That Foster guy is just impossible. Last time, we wanted Claire to marry him, and he said no.
This time, we invited him to dinner with a few beauties, and he declined again." Nathan's chest heaved with anger, clearly beside himself.
Vanessa frowned, puzzled. "Wasn't it rumored that Heir Foster is a notorious womanizer? Why would he turn us down repeatedly?" "Who knows?" Nathan's frustration grew, and he slammed his fist on the table, making everything on it tremble. Without securing the Eastborough Project, there would be no future for The Linwood Group in Cresthaven, which made him anxious beyond measure.
Vanessa's eyes sparkled with a sudden thought, her gaze sharpening. "Dad, do you think the rumors might be wrong? Maybe the Foster family heir isn't such a philanderer after all."
Nathan furrowed his brow, pondering her words. "Regardless of his m interests, we must get involved in the Eastborough Project. If he's not interested in women, we'll have to approach this differently."
Vanessa considered for a moment. "Dad, I heard MadAberdeen Foster has a birthday next month.? Perhaps we could prepare a lavish gift and visit her ourselves. It might be a chance to establish connections with the Foster family."
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