The One He Dismissed Became The One He Died For novel Chapter 122

She tried to find a single crack in Claire's composure, but there was nothing. Not a trace.

She felt no thrill of victory, only a suffocating sense of frustration.

"Dr. Langford, you should know better than I do that loud noises are strictly prohibited in the surgical wing. Do you need me to call security to mediate?"

Unable to afford the embarrassment, Vivian gritted her teeth and walked away.

As she turned, her lips curled into a cold sneer.

Since Claire refused to appreciate her mercy and wouldn't leave quietly, she shouldn't blame her for being ruthless.

Five hours later, the red 'In Surgery' light finally turned off, and the doors slowly opened.

Miles looked exhausted but steady. "Rest easy. The surgery was a complete success. The patient's vitals are stable, but she'll need to be monitored in the ICU for a week."

The massive weight that had been crushing Claire's chest for hours finally lifted.

Her voice grew hoarse, and a lump formed in her throat.

"Thank you, Miles..."

Miles looked at her, choosing not to say more.

"I'm going to write up the post-op report. There's dedicated care in the ICU, so you can head back and rest."

Claire went to the ICU and stood outside the glass doors for a long time.

After three grueling years, everything had finally settled.

It wasn't until dusk that Claire finally walked away.

She headed to Miles's office just as Jared was walking out.

"Shh," Jared motioned to her. "He just fell asleep. It was a high-risk surgery, and he was tense for five straight hours. Let him rest."

Claire nodded, whispering, "Okay."

She stepped inside as quietly as possible.

Miles was lying on the temporary cot in his office, fast asleep.

His breathing was shallow, and exhaustion was etched into his features.

Claire sat beside him, staring intently at his face.

From his forehead to the bridge of his nose, down to his jawline...

Suddenly, Julian's question echoed in her mind.

"Because you were sleeping on top of me the entire time."

She awkwardly pursed her lips.

Miles quickly steadied her, speaking in a flat tone. "Don't move. Go back to sleep."

Claire shifted to the side, trying her best to squeeze out a little extra room.

She patted the mattress, feigning disappointment. "This bed is still a bit too small. It's nothing like the one in the hotel lounge."

She paused, then added, "That one was much better for tossing and turning."

Miles was utterly speechless. He truly didn't know what to do with her.

She stared unblinkingly at him, thought for a moment, and then said with absolute sincerity.

"Dr. Zimmerman, why don't I just lie on top of you? It saves space, and we can sleep together."

Miles rubbed his temples. The more he engaged with her, the more she pushed the envelope.

"If you're not going to sleep, get up."

Was the position she was imagining really meant for just sleeping?