Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom novel Chapter 98

Claire's sudden closeness made Vincent's breath catch in his throat. He froze, instinctively wanting to step back, but found himself unable to move even an inch away.

Their proximity was almost intimate; he could distinctly smell the faint scent of her soap—a sweet, clean fragrance that lingered at the tip of his nose, stirring something deep within him.

He could even see the fine, soft hairs on her face, illuminated by the dim light, casting a gentle halo around her. Her delicate features appeared even more enchanting under the influence of the medicine.

His Adam's apple bobbed unconsciously as his large hand, as if guided by some unseen force, wrapped around Claire's slender waist. The softness of her touch sent a tremor through his heart.

His voice was hoarse, with a barely noticeable tremor, "Claire, what's wrong?"

At this moment, Claire's cheeks were flushed a fiery red, and even her lips were a seductive shade of crimson, making her look like a rose on the verge of blooming, exuding an irresistible allure that could easily stir the deepest desires within anyone.

Unaware of how captivating she looked, Claire felt a burning heat within her, like a wildfire. Instinct drove her to move closer to Vincent, seeking that hint of cool relief.

Her breath was rapid and uneven, brushing against Vincent's neck with a searing warmth that threatened to shatter his composure.

He tightened his grip around her waist, pulling her firmly into his embrace.

The scent of him was like a key, instantly unlocking a flood of memories.

There was a time when this scent had accompanied countless warm moments, but later, it became a blade that repeatedly stabbed at her heart.

The familiarity brought a moment of clarity to Claire's mind. With great effort, she forced her heavy eyelids open, only to find Vincent's handsome face mere inches away—the eyebrows, the contours, all the past love and hatred surged back in an instant.