The One He Dismissed Became The One He Died For novel Chapter 247

Reflected in his pupils, Claire saw her own fiercely posturing reflection, looking somewhat pathetically brave.

Miles drifted back into a feverish sleep. Only when his breathing leveled out did Claire slip away from him and get out of bed.

By the dim amber glow of the bedside lamp, she leaned over to study his face.

She raised a hand, tracing her finger over the bridge of his nose, his jawline, and down to his Adam's apple.

"Miles, why can't you just evict her from your heart? Why can't we just live a good life together?"

Jared said he treated her well, and it was true. He did. From lending her money for her mother's medical bills to securing the Summit Garments partnership, his care had been absolute and meticulous.

But this was a kindness he would offer anyone sitting in the position of Mrs. Zimmerman.

In the past, she could accept that. But not anymore.

If she couldn't win his heart, then it really was time to pack up and leave.

Central General Hospital.

The next day, Claire went to visit Quinn Lennox, who had just been transferred from the ICU to a regular ward.

Her head was wrapped in bandages, and her complexion was a bit sallow, but her spirit was vastly improved from before the surgery. She was sitting up in bed, eating breakfast.

Quinn's sharp, discerning eyes swept over her. "What's wrong? Did something happen?"

Claire sat down. "I just came to see how you're recovering."

"I'm perfectly fine, but you don't look so good."

Claire didn't respond, keeping her head down as she peeled an orange.

"Claire, have you noticed that you've changed a lot?"

"Hmm?"

"In college, back at OCHH Luxury, you were decisive and unstoppable. But when you were with Jefferson Sterling, you walked on eggshells in everything you did."

Quinn softened her tone.

"But you've changed a lot recently. What I mean is, Miles has truly taken good care of you."

Claire's fingers stalled on the orange peel.

"But he has an unattainable ideal. She just came back from abroad—beautiful, comes from a good family, went to the same university as him. He still keeps her love letters in his study."

It was clean and straightforward, with no property disputes. Just as she had requested, she would leave the marriage with nothing. The Zimmerman Group's assets had nothing to do with her. She hadn't expected it to be drafted so quickly.

Claire placed the agreement on the desk, staring at those pages for a long time.

She should just hand it straight to Miles.

But thinking of him, and of Quinn's words, Claire closed her eyes and hesitated, her pale fingers gripping the edges of the paper until they wrinkled.

She opened her right-hand drawer, shoved the divorce agreement all the way to the bottom, and covered it with an old sketchbook.

She would wait a little longer. Or, maybe wait for him to bring it up first.

Betty poked her head in from the hallway. "Claire, the people from Summit Garments are outside. They want to verify the numbers on the contract."

"Alright, I'll be right there."

Claire left, and the office door was pushed open once again.

Julian Young slipped into the room. His gaze swept over the empty desk before landing on the drawer she had just closed.

He walked over, pulled the drawer open, and lifted the sketchbook.