The One He Dismissed Became The One He Died For novel Chapter 228

Miles had rushed straight from the hospital lab, his hair a little disheveled and damp.

He stepped firmly in front of Claire, his predatory gaze freezing the room.

"Washing vegetables and brewing tea are things she never has to do by my side, and she certainly won't be doing them for this family."

Lauren walked up to him. "Miles, that wasn't what he meant."

She smiled, elegantly changing the subject. "Are you all done at the hospital? If I had known, I would have let you pick me up from the airport."

Miles remained expressionless, offering a faint nod that barely counted as a response.

Alistair scoffed coldly. "You call this taking a wife? You married a damn liability."

"Whatever. Since you're back, stay and eat dinner with us."

Miles ignored his father completely, grabbing Claire's hand and turning to leave.

He was radiating pure anger. His grip was entirely too tight, dragging Claire forward so hard she stumbled and let out a pained gasp.

Miles didn't stop walking, but the crushing pressure on her wrist loosened slightly.

Behind them, the sound of Alistair furiously shattering another teacup echoed, followed by Lauren's hushed voice trying to soothe him.

"Ugh, that hurt..." Claire rubbed her wrist as he shoved her into the passenger seat.

He slammed the door shut and stalked around to the driver's side.

Claire had no idea what Miles was so furious about. His first love had returned to the country, their epic romance was practically begging to be rekindled, and he was taking it out on her?

"Miles!" Lauren chased them outside. "I need to talk to you."

Miles paused with his hand on the door handle, turned around, and walked toward her.

Through the window, Claire's eyes locked onto the two of them.

They were too far away for her to hear what was being said, and with Miles's back turned, she couldn't read his expression.

Lauren's face was glowing with a sweet smile. "Miles, please don't be angry with Alistair. He's just worried about you."

She cast a subtle, fleeting glance in Claire's direction before bringing her eyes back. "I just didn't expect you to get married so quickly."

"Come here. Eat."

Claire sat down, watching Miles clatter the silverware with aggressive, rigid movements that were completely unlike his usual calm demeanor. He was clearly furious.

Irritation flared in her chest. "Miles, what is your problem?"

He practically shoved a fork at her. "Why didn't you tell me you were going to the manor?"

Claire took a bite of pasta, the memory of Lauren's words fueling her sarcasm. "You're a very busy man. Even if you had the time, you'd be busy picking Lauren up from the airport."

"Claire Jenner." Miles stood right beside her, staring down at her with a suffocating intensity, his voice tight.

"What did you mean when you talked to them about divorce?"

"What did you mean by 'how we end it' and 'when we end it'?"

The air in the room seemed to freeze.

Claire suddenly lost her appetite. She dropped her fork heavily onto the plate and met his demanding stare. "I didn't mean anything. I just don't think we're going to last very long anyway."