The One He Dismissed Became The One He Died For novel Chapter 255

Grandview Heights.

Claire helped him into bed, thoughtfully tucking a soft pillow behind his lower back so he could recline comfortably.

She retrieved a pair of light gray sweatpants from the walk-in closet.

Leaning down, she reached out to unbutton his dress pants.

Miles immediately clamped a hand over hers. "I can do it myself."

"You can't move your leg. How are you supposed to change?" Claire brushed his hand away. "Is there an inch of your body I haven't seen?"

"Forget seeing, I've touched you plenty of times."

*Click.* Claire popped the button and pulled down the zipper. The metallic rasp was incredibly loud in the quiet bedroom.

Miles's ears turned a vivid red, the color trailing all the way down his neck.

Claire tugged the slacks down. The man's legs were a healthy bronze, lean and muscular.

Given her position, she was directly facing... She blinked, showing absolutely no intention of looking away, a teasing lilt in her voice.

"Dr. Zimmerman, isn't your reaction a little extreme? I haven't even touched you yet."

His jaw clenched tightly, and he immediately snapped his head to the side. "Are you... done looking?"

Claire let out a soft huff of amusement and yanked the pants the rest of the way off.

Holding his sweatpants, she suddenly remembered how he had lost his temper and taken her on the sofa a few days ago. Finding the perfect angle, she gave his rear a deliberate smack.

*Smack.* A crisp sound echoed in the room.

"Lift up a bit," Claire commanded, acting like a total delinquent. "Not bad. Very firm."

"Claire Jenner," Miles warned, his voice low and dangerous, forcing himself to endure it.

Once the sweatpants were on, he tied the drawstring himself.

Claire leaned in a little closer, her delicate finger poking his flat stomach. "Dr. Zimmerman, do you need me to lend a hand with anything else?"

Claire coughed awkwardly and averted her eyes, snatching a light blanket from the side to drape over him. "I'm going to cook."

Despite being married for so long, this was actually Claire's first time using the kitchen at Grandview Heights.

She pulled out a pot, washed the rice, prepped the ingredients, and simmered the soup, her movements fluid and practiced. Once it was ready, she paired it with a few light sides and brought the tray into the bedroom.

The chicken and rice soup was perfectly cooked, the grains soft and the broth rich and comforting.

Claire scooped up a spoonful, blew on it gently, and brought it to his lips. "Try it."

"It's delicious."

"Heh. The first time I ever brought you soup at the hospital, you just turned around and gave it to Dr. Johnston and the interns," Claire pouted, acting dismissive but clearly holding a grudge.

Miles took the bowl from her hands, his voice dropping slightly.

"I didn't give it to them."

"He took it himself."