The One He Dismissed Became The One He Died For novel Chapter 265

Julian was furious, his tone growing sharp and urgent.

"Miles, what the hell is this supposed to mean? Are you deliberately interfering with my communication with Claire?"

"Claire and I are partners fighting on the same side. We only talk about business. If you jeopardize our work, she will never forgive you!"

Julian was absolutely certain that Claire kept her personal and professional lives strictly separate, and he was confident that Miles's overstepping would only provoke her anger.

Miles knew exactly what the man was trying to do.

But he couldn't suppress the surge of territorial rage. His grip on the phone tightened until his knuckles turned white, his chest tight with contained emotion. His voice dropped into a low, uncompromising rasp.

"Fine. Then I'll wait."

He would wait for her to get angry. He would wait to see if she minded even a little bit.

He would take whatever reaction she gave him.

Without another word, he ended the call, and the screen faded to black.

The sound of the shower abruptly stopped.

A moment later, the bathroom door cracked open.

Claire stepped out barefoot, towel-drying her wet hair. She looked up and saw him holding her phone, his expression incredibly tense.

"Wait for what?"

"Wait... is that my phone? Who was calling?"

Miles's chest tightened painfully.

The dominant, unyielding aura he had just projected at Julian completely evaporated.

It was instantly replaced by a nervous, tentative anxiety. A thin layer of sweat broke out on his palms.

He was terrified she would be angry, terrified she would think he was being unreasonable and overly controlling of her work and social life.

After two seconds of silence, he lowered his eyelashes, hiding the burning jealousy in his eyes.

He obediently confessed, his voice dropping low, carrying a trace of submission he didn't even realize was there.

"It was Julian."

"Oh, what did he want?" she asked casually.

"He has some documents for you to sign."

Claire nodded absentmindedly. She walked over to the bed, shoved the towel into his hands, and spoke with a spoiled sweetness. "Dr. Zimmerman, dry my hair for me."

Miles took the towel.

"Your leg hasn't fully healed. Stomping on the gas and brake won't be good for it."

Half an hour later, the white sedan pulled up to the entrance of Central General Hospital.

Claire leaned over to adjust his shirt collar. Miles let her fuss over him, remaining perfectly still.

Once he disappeared into the building, Claire started the car and headed to OCHH Luxury.

The moment she walked through the doors, Julian hurried over, looking frantic.

"Claire, I have the documents waiting for your signature. I called earlier, but Dr. Zimmerman answered."

"Is he unhappy that you're working at OCHH?"

"It has nothing to do with him. I was just held up."

Claire took the folders from him, scanned the contents, and signed her name.

Julian sat across from her, his voice dropping to a whisper.

"Claire, there's something I haven't dared to ask you."

"A while ago, I saw a divorce lawyer come to the studio to meet with you."

"Are you and Dr. Zimmerman... planning to separate?"