The One He Dismissed Became The One He Died For novel Chapter 121

Listening to her scandalous remarks, Miles paused, his fingers gripping the tube of ointment.

His somber gaze swept over her delicate face.

"Keep talking nonsense, and you can apply it yourself."

Claire pouted unhappily, complaining with a slight nasal twang.

"How is that nonsense? You're the one whose mind is in the gutter, Dr. Zimmerman."

"I was talking about my calf, wasn't I?"

As she spoke, she rolled up her pant leg to show him. Sure enough, a patch of skin on her calf was flushed red.

She curled her lips into a meaningful smile. "Dr. Zimmerman, don't tell me you're thinking about last night?"

"I mean, I did touch your..." Inside the confined space, she continued without a filter.

"Shut up."

Miles spoke coldly, though the tips of his ears were burning red.

After a brief pause, he suddenly asked in a frosty tone, "Are you still planning to grab dinner with your underclassman this time?"

"I..." Claire wilted.

Never again. She had played it cool, but in reality, she was absolutely miserable.

Even after applying the ointment and taking some Claritin, Claire's skin still itched fiercely.

She lay on the examination bed, tossing, turning, and letting out soft groans.

Seeing this, Miles went to the pharmacy and grabbed an ice pack. "Lift your shirt. The cold compress will make you feel better."

As if anticipating her antics, he immediately added a warning.

"Only expose what needs to be exposed."

Claire was speechless. Did she really look like such a pervert?

The man carefully placed the ice pack over the worst of her allergic reaction, rubbing it gently as he spoke in a low voice.

"The preparations for your mother's surgery are just about done. It's scheduled for tomorrow, Monday."

When discussing her mother's condition, his tone was strictly professional and steady.

"I'll be the lead surgeon, and Jared will be the first assistant. I'll bring the surgical risk and consent forms for you to sign tomorrow."

Claire nodded.

"Miles is operating on your mother. What do you have to worry about?"

"You should be thanking me that he's the lead surgeon, Claire."

A grating voice sounded behind her. Vivian had walked over at some point, her face full of arrogant triumph as she shot Claire a disdainful glare.

She looked down her nose, her voice carrying an air of command.

"Once your mother's surgery is over, leave Central General Hospital immediately. Stop contacting Miles, and stop dreaming!"

So what if she was the unattainable ideal? After all these years, Miles had still ended up at her feet.

"Miles is my boyfriend!" Vivian raised her voice in warning.

"Oh—" Claire couldn't be bothered with her. "Even if he was your father, it has nothing to do with me."

"You..." Vivian was furious.

She hated this.

Miles had slept with her. This man was supposed to be hers now.

Didn't Claire like him? Hadn't she been chasing him? So why was she acting so nonchalant, like she couldn't care less!