The One He Dismissed Became The One He Died For novel Chapter 167

Claire stared up at the man who was teetering dangerously on the edge of total a complete breakdown, her heart hammering wildly in her chest.

She turned her head slightly, her voice instinctively softening.

"Yes."

The confirmation sent a violent shudder through Miles. He descended on her mouth with ferocious hunger.

His clean, crisp scent mixed dizzyingly with the lingering sweetness of the fruit, making Claire's head spin.

Miles's hand traced a burning path from her cheek downward, as her loungewear rode up...

"Ding-dong!"

"Ding-dong!"

The doorbell rang in a frantic, incessant burst.

They both froze.

Claire's eyes snapped open. Miles, however, had zero intention of stopping. Ignoring the intrusion entirely, he dipped his head again, trailing urgent, frantic kisses down her throat.

A bright, piping voice shouted through the heavy door.

"Goddess Claire! Goddess Claire! Are you home?"

"It's Toby! Toby and Great-Grandpa are here to see you!"

The words hit Claire like a bucket of ice water. She shoved Miles back with all her strength and scrambled into a sitting position.

Frantically adjusting her clothes and pulling up her straps, her face burned with a fiery blush. "It's Toby and Mr. Zimmerman! Get the door!"

Pushed violently aside, Miles slumped against the back of the sofa. A dark, murderous frustration boiled in his eyes, taking immense willpower to suppress.

"Stay here. I'll get it."

Miles stood up and wrenched the door open.

Alistair Zimmerman stood in the hallway, leaning heavily on his cane. Toby bounced excitedly beside him, flanked by a butler and two massive bodyguards.

"Uncle Miles? Why are you at Goddess Claire's house?" Toby's huge eyes darted back and forth inquisitively.

Seeing his son open the door, Alistair stepped back in shock and double-checked the apartment number.

502. He had the right place.

Why on earth was Miles in Claire's apartment this late?

Toby leaned against Claire's knees, tilting his little face up. "Goddess Claire, were you and Uncle Miles trying to make a baby?"

Claire was struck utterly speechless.

Miles stood in stony silence.

Alistair coughed loudly, pretending he had suddenly gone deaf.

Miles picked Toby up by the back of his collar and deposited him firmly on a separate chair. "Where is your mother?"

Toby's bottom lip instantly jutted out. His eyes filled with tears, and he looked dangerously close to a meltdown.

"Mommy went abroad and hasn't come back! She won't even answer my phone calls!"

Miles's brow furrowed sharply as he turned to his father. "What is going on?"

"Miranda flew out for a corporate acquisition. The region suddenly erupted in civil war, and all communication lines have been severed. The situation is extremely complicated."

Miles's face turned grim. "Have you sent a team to extract her?"

"They're already en route. She has her security detail with her, so she should be fine."