The One He Dismissed Became The One He Died For novel Chapter 233

Even as a married woman, getting swept up in a police raid on a club and landing at the station left Claire Jenner feeling a bit guilty, even though she hadn't actually done anything wrong.

Twenty minutes later, Miles Zimmerman arrived.

He wore only a dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and carried a faint scent of alcohol, as if he had rushed over straight from a business dinner.

His face was completely expressionless, but after spending so much time together, Claire knew at a glance that he was suppressing a fiery temper.

An officer walked over with a clipboard for a routine inquiry.

"You are..."

Miles took the pen, signing his name. "Her husband."

"Everything's clear. You're free to go."

The officer cast a meaningful look at Claire and offered a word of warning.

"Listen, you've got such a handsome husband who treats you so well. Don't go messing around in places like that anymore. It's dangerous."

Claire kept her head down, muttering softly, "I understand. Thank you."

The police were escorting the recently arrested male entertainers away to change into holding scrubs.

One of the models, wearing a doctor's white coat, saw Claire leaving and immediately winked at her.

"Hey, Claire! I want to get out too. Help me out!"

"I promise I'll treat you a thousand times better than that ugly, boring old jerk!"

Claire tensed instantly, burying her head even lower as she quickened her pace, pretending not to see him.

Miles shot a cold glance at the model in the white coat, then looked down at Claire.

He let out a scoff of dark amusement, his lips curling into a mocking smile. His voice was freezing.

"You like this type? I had no idea you were into such wild games."

"I'm not..." Her defense sounded incredibly feeble with the white-coated model standing right there.

On his way over, Miles had called his assistant to take Chloe Chambers home.

Claire followed him out of the station like a child who had made a terrible mistake.

They walked out the doors and approached the car.

Lauren Sinclair stepped forward, looking at Claire with a face full of concern.

"Claire, are you alright?"

She wore a cream-colored dress, her wavy hair cascading down, exuding a gentle and pure elegance.

He asked coldly, "What, haven't had enough fun yet?"

Claire bent slightly, rubbing her calf. "No... my legs fell asleep..."

She had sat on the hard bench for too long, and moving now brought a terrible pins-and-needles sensation.

"So delicate."

Despite his impatient tone, Miles strode over, bent down, and swept her into his arms, carefully settling her into the car.

"Miles, I..." Lauren took two steps forward.

Miles looked at her, his tone flat.

"Thanks for today. Get home safe." Then he got into the car, gesturing for the assistant to head to Grandview Heights.

Lauren stood rooted to the spot, watching the black sedan drive away as she slowly unfurled her tightly clenched fingers.

Miles, is this really the woman you've loved for ten years?

Even if she caused a disaster, you would still indulge her without limit.

Lauren let out a soft laugh, suddenly feeling a sense of bittersweet release.

She could never compete with the sheer devotion Miles so willingly gave.