The One He Dismissed Became The One He Died For novel Chapter 292

The air in the hospital room grew suffocatingly dense.

Miles lowered his gaze, his long lashes concealing the storm of emotions in his eyes.

After a long pause, he finally looked up at her, his gaze as dead and stagnant as stagnant water.

"I'm not hungry. Go home and rest."

It was just a few words. On the surface, it sounded like he cared, but his tone was brutally cold and distant.

A sour ache spread through Claire's chest.

"I'm not tired. I don't need to rest. I'm staying right here to keep you company. Jared, you can go home and get some sleep."

She reached for the soup, intending to feed him.

But Jared marched over, grabbed her by the arm without warning, and dragged her toward the door.

"Alright, that's enough. We're both leaving so Miles can get some actual rest."

"If you stay here, he won't be able to sleep."

The hospital room door clicked shut behind them, and the sharp scent of antiseptic hit her face.

Claire refused to move, leaning stubbornly against the wall.

Jared frowned, struggling to find the right words.

"Don't come around for a while. He needs..."

"Needs what?"

"Just don't come. Your presence is literally hindering his recovery." Jared didn't bother explaining further, turning on his heel and walking away.

Claire stood rooted to the spot. After running around non-stop for days, her legs finally gave out, and she slid slowly down the wall.

Her husband was still inside; she wasn't going anywhere.

If her husband wouldn't let her in, she would just wait out here!

Claire wrapped her arms around her knees, resting her chin on her arms like an abandoned puppy.

She had no idea how long she had been crouching there when a pair of pristine white nurse's shoes stopped in front of her.

"Ms. Jenner?" The young nurse looked down at her, slightly startled. "Why are you squatting in the hallway? Did Dr. Zimmerman..."

Claire snapped her head up, blinking rapidly, and quickly pushed herself up from her knees.

She stumbled slightly before regaining her balance.

Miles closed his eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing.

He glanced at the mood-stabilizing pills in his drawer, quickly looked away, and grabbed the phone from the nightstand.

He scrolled through his contacts and made a call.

"Director Quinn, could you have a temporary bed sent to the hallway outside Room 406?"

"Add an extra blanket. Make sure it's as soft as possible."

She had always been incredibly high-maintenance.

Every inch of her was delicate.

Ten minutes later, a nurse rolled a temporary bed into the hallway.

It had two layers of blankets—VIP treatment.

Claire rubbed her nose, instantly knowing this was Miles's doing.

He was taking care of her while simultaneously giving her the cold shoulder. What an awkward, stubborn man.

Clearly, she just needed to pin him down and show him who was boss to set him straight!