The One He Dismissed Became The One He Died For novel Chapter 196

Before she could finish, Miles clamped a large hand around her waist and yanked her forcefully against his chest.

The next second, he lifted her and pulled her right onto his lap.

Claire ended up straddling him, her skirt riding up to expose her smooth skin in an incredibly intimate position.

The driver wisely rolled up the privacy partition.

"Miles, if you're going to be jealous, at least be reasonable. Jefferson..."

He captured her lips, refusing to hear that name fall from her mouth.

His kiss was deep and possessive, carrying a ruthless intensity that left her clinging to the fabric of his shirt to stay anchored.

The confined space filled with nothing but the sound of their ragged breathing.

Claire's mind went completely blank.

But Miles's gaze slid past her shoulder, landing squarely on the car window behind her. Jefferson was standing right outside, trying to peer in.

The tinted glass made it impossible for anyone outside to see anything more than vague silhouettes.

Miles kept one arm firmly hooked around Claire's waist while extending the other, his finger resting on the window control.

The next second, the window silently rolled down just a fraction of an inch.

It was a narrow gap, but wide enough to offer a crystal-clear view of the interior.

Jefferson froze, locking eyes with Miles's openly mocking stare. So, this was the man Claire had been with last night.

Jefferson's hands curled into fists at his sides. Fury boiled in his eyes, severely masked by sheer willpower.

Right now, his priority was handling the Queenshaven branch crisis. He didn't have the luxury of getting into a brawl with Miles.

Besides, this guy was probably just a prop Claire was using to make him jealous.

...

Miles continued kissing her right in front of him for several long moments before casually rolling the window back up.

Claire, completely dizzy from the kiss, was utterly oblivious to the silent war that had just occurred.

When he finally let her go, she gasped for air, her chest heaving. "Miles, what got into you?"

"Nothing. We're changing hotels."

"Okay." Claire had no desire to stay under the same roof as Jefferson either.

Claire sat near the front row. Quentin spotted his star pupil immediately, offering her warm, approving smiles as he spoke.

Out in the sweltering hallway, Miles waited in silence, watching Claire through the glass panels of the auditorium doors.

"Dr. Zimmerman?"

A shocked voice echoed behind him.

The university's president practically sprinted over. "It really is you! Why didn't you let us know you were visiting? I would have made arrangements."

Miles was a guest lecturer for the medical department, incredibly busy, and notoriously hard to book. On top of that, he had donated an entire academic building to the campus, making him a highly revered VIP in the president's eyes.

Miles gave the president a polite nod and pressed a finger to his lips.

He gestured toward the auditorium and kept his voice low.

"I'm just waiting for my wife to finish her lecture. It's a personal trip. Don't worry about any formalities."

His wife?

The president was completely flabbergasted. He instinctively peered into the hall, marveling that someone had actually managed to tie down the elusive Miles Zimmerman.