Chapter 137 Claire looked at him, her eyes devoid of emotion, like a still pond.
After a moment, she slowly lowered her legs, turned to face the man, and spoke in a voice as raspy as sandpaper, "If you don't want to interfere with my fate, then why do you care?" Sean took a drag from his cigarette, exhaling a smoke ring that drifted lazily in the air before dissipating. His gaze settled on Claire through the haze.
"Life is like a play. Sometimes an extra spectator changes the entire plot. I just want to see how your story unfolds if you don't die today." Claire was taken aback. The man in front of her remained impassive throughout, his demeanor cool to the point of indifference.
He seemed utterly unconcerned with the life or death of others.
Yet, his cold, almost unsympathetic words struck a chord in Claire.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWho wouldn't choose life if given a chance? If life's play could be performed brilliantly, who would want to ruin it? Claire's eyes filled with a sense of desolation. "My play's already a disaster. There's nothing left to see." Sean, however, was unfazed. "You never know. The best parts often cat the end." Claire fell silent, her gaze dropping to her scar-riddled body as she pondered his words.
After a long pause, she looked up, a faint glimmer of hope in her eyes. "Do you really think I can start over?" "Why not? As long as you want to, you can start anytime." Claire's heart was a whirl of emotions. His words were like a ray of light piercing her dark, desolate world. Just then, a cold breeze swept through, and Claire shivered.
Noticing this, Sean took off his black coat and handed it to her. "Here, put this on. Don't catch a chill." Claire hesitated for a moment before accepting the coat. As she draped it over her shoulders, the faint scent of tobacco and the warmth from his body provided a long-lost sense of comfort.
"Thank you." "Do you really want to thank me?" "Hmm?" Claire looked at him, puzzled.
"Weren't you about to say thank you?" Claire was a bit bewildered. "Ah... Yes, I was..." Her eyes widened, sparkling like two onyxes filled with curious stars.
Seeing her bewildered expression, Sean's usually sharp and cold eyes softened, a hint of amusement playing on his lips.
"I heard you're good at embroidery?" His voice remained cool, yet it carried an irresistible allure.
Claire was confused, wondering how he knew.
Sean gestured with his chin.
Claire hesitated, then slowly looked down and saw an intricately embroidered peony on the chest area of the coat she was wearing.
The peony was exquisitely crafted, its layers of petals lifelike.
Isn't this something she had embroidered herself? She looked up abruptly, disbelief etched on her face as she stared at Sean.
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Their eyes met, and though no words were exchanged, much was communicated. "Your peony embroidery is impressive," Sean' said as he pulled out his phone and opened a photo. "This piece, a masterpiece of Silk Stitch Embroidery, is magnificent.
Unfortunately, the embroiderer never completed it. If you could finish it, consider it a thank-you gift to me."
The embroidery in the photo, titled "Radiant Beauty," was breathtakingly beautiful. The stitches were delicate, N the colors of the threads perfectly matched, each stitch seemed to pulse with life.
The blooming peony's petals overlapped in a luscious display, vivid and dewy. The color gradient from the flower's center to the edges was seamless, with the veins on the leaves rendered in intricate detail, as if they could sway gently with the slightest breeze. The overall piece was stately and elegant, showcasing the majestic grace of a peony. Everything about it was perfect, except that it was unfinished.
Claire's pupils contracted at the sight of the embroidery.
This... this was the piece she had been working on while in prison.
She hadn't finished it because she was released before she could complete it.
How did something from prison end up in his hands? "Sir, how did you cby this embroidery?" "I bought it at an auction." An auction?