The One He Dismissed Became The One He Died For novel Chapter 283

Claire was completely drained, lying limply on the bed with her arm hanging over the edge, too exhausted to lift a single finger.

Miles walked out of the bathroom with a warm, damp towel. He sat on the edge of the bed, picked up her dangling hand, and carefully wiped each finger.

His movements were incredibly gentle. When he reached her ring finger, he rubbed it softly, picked up the ring from the nightstand, slipped it back on, and pressed a kiss to her skin.

Claire stirred, murmuring incoherently before falling back into a deep sleep.

He tucked the covers around her, switched off the nightlight, and left the bedroom.

In the study.

Miles sat down and pulled open the bottom left drawer.

Inside lay dozens of neatly stacked letters in various colors.

He took them out and opened the one on top, its pages filled with a young girl's infatuation.

"Miles, I passed by the library today and our eyes met! My heart is racing so fast. I wonder if I'll get a reply from you?"

"Miles, your speech today was absolutely flawless. I admire you so much. Do you want to grab dinner tonight?"

His fingertips lightly traced the handwriting. Under the lamplight, his gaze softened into something unbelievably tender.

The first letter, the second, the third... He remembered the contents of every single one, down to the punctuation.

These letters had followed him through his studies abroad, his residency, his return to the country, his first day at the hospital, and his very first surgery.

Her naive words of love had spanned almost the entirety of his adult life.

She was like the sun, her light blinding. At first, he hadn't known how to adapt, but eventually, he willingly slowed his pace, stopping for her, chasing after her.

Miles carefully folded the letter and slid it back into the envelope, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

He had never felt a sense of happiness this profound.

He unfolded a fresh piece of stationery, his bold, decisive handwriting sprawling across the page.

Claire,

Over the years, I've written you many replies, but this is the only one I will ever hand to you.

You never seem to remember writing me those love letters in college. That's okay. Every late night, I am still endlessly grateful that you left something of yours with me.

Just before his executive meeting started, Miles felt his phone buzz. He opened it, and a smile tugged at his lips when he saw the word "honey."

He quickly typed back.

"I applied ointment for you last night. If you're still sore, put some more on."

Jerk.

Claire blushed furiously, instinctively pressing her legs together as she locked her phone.

The doors to the pharmaceutical company's boardroom swung open.

Several executives and senior shareholders trickled in. Seeing Miles looking down at his phone, one of them let out a mocking scoff.

"Kids these days can't survive without their phones. Back in our day, we all prepped by reading the actual files."

A few of the older men chuckled in agreement.

"He's a nepo baby. Does he think running a company is the same as performing surgery? This isn't an operating table where you just make a cut and call it a day."