The One He Dismissed Became The One He Died For novel Chapter 215

Julian froze in the dim hallway.

He watched their retreating figures, Miles's words echoing relentlessly in his ears. His face was a mask of utter bewilderment and disbelief.

Miles had waited for her for ten years? He was the latecomer? How was that even possible?

Grandview Heights.

Claire clung to him like a koala, her face buried in the crook of his neck, her arms wrapped tightly around him as she shamelessly nuzzled against his skin.

"Dr. Zimmerman... oh, Dr. Zimmerman..."

She slurred, her breath heavy with the sweet scent of cocktails. She was completely gone.

Miles gently pried her hands away, set her down on the sofa, and carefully rolled up her sleeves. He examined her skin thoroughly, finally exhaling in relief when he found no signs of an allergic reaction.

He walked into the kitchen, poured a glass of warm water, and stirred in a few drops of honey.

"Drink this," he said, pressing the rim of the glass to her lips.

Claire groaned, groggily pushing his hand away. "No."

She blinked, her eyes shining with drunken, demanding innocence. She poked Miles squarely on the lips, sounding incredibly entitled.

"I want you to feed me like this!"

Miles's fingers tightened around the glass, his Adam's apple bobbing sharply.

"Do you not know how? Let me teach you..." Claire took a sip of the honey water, wobbled up from the sofa, and tried to press her lips against his, mumbling incoherently.

"I'll teach you..."

Miles caught her to keep her from falling, dodging her impending kiss. His voice dropped to a low, warning rumble.

"Claire, stop messing around."

She pouted. A drop of honey water spilled over her red lips. She blinked, her eyes welling with tears. "Miles, you're so mean to me."

"You don't treat me well at all. I'm so drunk, and you won't even take care of me."

His voice turned dangerously cold. "Claire, don't forget what I told you when we signed those papers. I don't do divorce. Only death will part us."

"What are you mumbling about? Kiss me!" Claire stood on her tiptoes, completely silencing him by crashing her lips against his.

The alcohol had stripped away every ounce of her inhibitions, making her shockingly bold.

"Dr. Zimmerman, no, wait... I mean, Husband..."

Miles immediately took control, correcting her messy, chaotic attempt at a kiss.

All his suppressed frustration and bitter jealousy poured into the embrace.

"Claire, I'm asking you one more time. Is it better to be single, or married?"

Her brain had completely short-circuited. Unable to process the question, she stared at his moving lips and simply pressed a finger against them.

"Shh... no useless talking while we're kissing..."

"Useless? Fine..." Miles swept her off her feet, carried her straight into the bedroom, and dropped her onto the mattress.