The One He Dismissed Became The One He Died For novel Chapter 12

Innocent, yet incredibly seductive.

She practiced her expression in the mirror, making her beautiful eyes look a little more teary, a little more pitiful.

Then, she opened the door.

Miles had already finished his shower. He was dressed in impeccable loungewear, standing with his back to her.

Hearing the noise, he turned around.

The woman behind him was standing barefoot on the cold floor, her toes curling slightly.

Wearing nothing but his oversized white shirt, she walked up to him step by step.

She raised her arms, her voice sweet and delicate, laced with a hint of helplessness.

"Dr. Zimmerman, your shirt is way too big..."

The man's breath hitched. Without a word, he slowly closed the distance between them.

His crisp, masculine scent grew stronger.

Claire instinctively held her breath, her fingers curling tight.

Did he take the bait?

Her heart pounded wildly.

Miles stopped right in front of her and reached out his hand.

Claire pressed her lips together and nervously fluttered her eyes shut.

Even though she had initiated this, the pacing was a bit too fast.

The next second, her vision went dark.

Miles had grabbed a jacket from the nearby coat rack and tossed it directly over her head, covering her completely.

He spat out two cold, hard words.

"Dress properly."

Claire was left utterly speechless.

Under the warm glow of the living room lights.

Claire sensibly pulled the jacket around her shoulders.

The loose shirt underneath slipped further down her arm as she moved, revealing a stretch of radiant skin.

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