The One He Dismissed Became The One He Died For novel Chapter 230

The orange kitten casually licked its paw, looking for all the world like it was mocking her, before hopping right back off the bed.

"You little traitor..." Claire gritted her teeth and started to scramble up to chase him, but a hand locked onto her wrist like a vice.

Before she could process what was happening, she was dragged fully onto the mattress, and the man hovered heavily above her.

"What... what are you doing?"

Miles leaned in close, his hot breath brushing against her ear.

"You."

Claire turned her head away, dodging his kiss.

"We're still fighting, we can't make—"

Love.

"Fine." Miles gripped her chin, forcing her to look him in the eye.

"Then let's take our anger out on each other."

He crashed his lips onto hers.

It felt completely different from before. This kiss felt like a punishment, aggressively claiming every inch of her until she could barely keep up.

When she finally managed to tear her lips away to breathe, her voice trembled.

"Miles, what exactly is your relationship with Lauren Sinclair?"

He pressed a heavy hand against her thigh. "There is no relationship."

He knew exactly how to dismantle her defenses. Right as she was pushed to the absolute edge of her sanity, he demanded fiercely,

"Do you still want a divorce?"

"You jerk! If you're not going to do it, I'm leaving. This is ridiculous..." Claire tried to shove him off.

But Miles hauled her right back and slammed his hand against the lamp switch, plunging the room into darkness.

It took a long time for the storm to subside, and by then, Claire had passed out from sheer exhaustion.

On the massive bed, Miles pulled out a cat treat from his pocket and tossed it onto the floor. Marmalade, who had been waiting patiently, finally got his prize and scurried away with it in his mouth.

If he hadn't used such dirty tactics, how else would he have gotten her to come in?

"Who knows? A current flame can never beat the one who got away."

...

Claire stood hidden around the corner, waiting a long time until they finished their conversation and went on break before finally stepping out.

Lauren had come to the hospital?

It made sense. She probably came back to the country just to chase after Miles, clear up their misunderstandings, and rekindle their romance.

Claire bit her lip and walked into Quinn's room.

With the surgery drawing near, Quinn looked noticeably better than before.

"How are things at OCHH Luxury?"

"I borrowed Julian Young's production line to finish up the backlog of orders. The Zimmerman Group won't be able to touch us for a while, but if we want to turn things around..." Claire paused. "We need fresh blood. I'm brainstorming the blueprints for the new collection."

She had been dragging her feet for a week, her mind entirely too cluttered to find any real inspiration.

"No rush. Getting those old orders filled is already a huge win." Quinn's eyes dropped to the marks on Claire's neck, cutting straight to the point.