CHAPTER 147: CHAPTER 147 WHITE ROSE

However, when dealing with those she trusts, especially when facing the one she pours all her tenderness and care into, Clara Bennett shows a completely different side.

Her gentleness and thoughtfulness are all reserved for him, as warm as sunshine.

When dealing with those who might be detrimental to her, she builds an unbreakable wall around her heart, resolute in not letting anyone harm herself or the things she cares about.

This stark contrast makes her stand out, making people both awe-inspired and longing.

Who in this world wouldn’t want to receive such unique special treatment?

When a person can occupy such a unique position in another’s heart, enjoying a pampering and love that others do not, that cherished feeling undoubtedly becomes one of life’s most precious treasures.

Who would prefer roses that can be given away at random?

And who can resist a flower that’s exclusively theirs?

For many, while ordinary gifts are delightful, they pale in comparison to a gift prepared specially for someone, filled with special significance, which is even more moving.

This is one reason why William Foster is obsessed with Clara Bennett.

This slightly pathological desire brings William Foster immense satisfaction.

He can’t quite tell if it’s possessiveness or something else; regardless, it’s a bit abnormal, but it’s like being caught in a spell, difficult to extricate from, even awakening some deep desires he hadn’t realized, hoping to have Clara Bennett always, with everything she gives only for him.

William Foster lay in bed, using his arm to block his eyes, taking deep breaths.

At this moment, he knew he must calm down soon, not letting such intense emotions get out of control; otherwise, he could reveal his true feelings, even allowing Clara Bennett to sense his deception, which would be a major problem.

He admonished himself to be more careful and continue maintaining this facade until the goal is finally achieved.

The door was opened.

William Foster pretended to have just woken up, slightly opened his eyes, and then immediately acted as if the light hurt them, quickly covering his face with his arm and letting out a slight cough.

Clara Bennett walked over to the bedside, looking down at him, then gently knelt down, with a soft smile on her face, asking, "You’re awake?"

The scent of white roses gradually spread as Clara Bennett approached, penetrating William Foster’s keen sense of smell, refreshing and delightful.

But he still kept his eyes shut, pretending not to have fully awoken, reaching out to gently grasp Clara Bennett’s wrist, slowly pulling her closer to him, "You... your scent is really nice."

Clara Bennett held a bouquet of pure white roses, the dew on the petals still shimmering.

She picked a petal still clinging with dew, lightly touching William Foster’s lips with it, softly saying, "It’s not me that’s fragrant; it’s the scent of this white rose."

William Foster smiled slightly, extending his hand to gently embrace her neck, pulling her toward him, leaving a soft kiss on her lips, indulgently responding, "Don’t lie; it’s clearly you who smell nicer."

The warm sunlight streaming through the window bathed William Foster’s handsome and charming face in a soft golden hue, making him appear even more captivating and brilliant.

Usually calm and composed with everyone and everything, William Foster unexpectedly displayed a rare warmth under this intimacy.

At this moment, Clara Bennett didn’t refuse his closeness, surprisingly allowing this intimate gesture.

Feeling the flowing warmth between them, Clara Bennett softly asked, "I’m going to design some floral arrangements now, do you want to get up together?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she got up from the bed, moving with elegance and agility.

William Foster gazed at this brave and beautiful woman before him, recalling her determined expression last night when she stood up for him. For a moment, he felt reluctant to let her leave his sight and embrace.

"Hey, don’t be in such a hurry."

William Foster’s slightly lazy voice carried a few sincere emotions, reaching out to hold Clara Bennett’s wrist as she was about to step away.

"We were busy all night, just got some sleep. Why get up so early? Stay with your husband and rest a little more."

Clara Bennett was brought to a sudden stop by this unexpected hold, yet she couldn’t help but show a hint of a smile, deliberately raising her eyebrow teasingly, saying, "Oh, so you do know what it’s like to be tired? I thought you didn’t care how exhausted I might be."

Recalling his almost domineering attitude last night, Clara Bennett indeed felt a momentary grievance deep inside.

At that time, William Foster seemed entirely unconcerned with letting her rest, focussing solely on his needs.

"Of course I know my little princess is worn out, that’s why I hope you can lay down a little longer so I can make it up to you," William Foster’s deep magnetic voice was full of apology and affection, "Come on, lie down a bit more, be good."

As he spoke, he pulled with force, the other hand firmly encircling her waist, bringing her entirely into his embrace, whispering close to her ear, "Last night might have been too much, is your waist uncomfortable? Let me give you a massage."

Then, William Foster genuinely began to massage Clara Bennett’s waist, controlling the strength perfectly, not causing her pain, but relieving the muscle tension.

Clara Bennett’s face was slightly flushed, her voice low and slightly shy, "Stop fooling around, I still have to arrange these flowers."

Her tone conveyed a touch of resignation, as if blaming him for being unreasonable.

But William Foster obviously had no intention of letting go, his arm still tightly wrapped around Clara Bennett’s waist, with an extremely gentle yet firm voice saying, "Just put the flowers on the bed, you can lay in my arms, fragrant and beautiful, it’s simply a perfect scene."

Hearing these words, Clara Bennett couldn’t help but feel a surge of warmth.

She found being massaged this way was indeed a supremely comfortable experience, so she let him continue, responding softly, "But the problem is, once I wake from sleep, I might not be able to sleep again, after all, I still have to hurry and bring tea to those three uncles."

However, William Foster disapproved, refuting, "Why care so much about them? Those people aren’t worth you getting up early to take care of, just wake up naturally whenever and casually serve them a cup of tea to get through it."

To this, Clara Bennett could only reason with him: "After all, they’re my elders."

William Foster continued with another concerned question: "Then tell me, have you been troubled by them before?"