The One He Dismissed Became The One He Died For novel Chapter 293

Claire rubbed the fresh fabric of the blanket between her fingertips. There was no way she was going to obediently sleep outside.

She tiptoed to the door of the hospital room and turned the handle.

*Click, click.*

It made two sounds but didn't budge.

Locked??

Claire froze, staring at the handle for a long moment before letting out a scoff of disbelief.

Was he guarding against a thief? Was Miles Zimmerman that determined to kick her out?

She refused to back down.

Taking a step back, she threw herself lightly against the door, crying out, "Ah!" and whimpering as if in pain.

Her voice was just loud enough for the man inside to hear perfectly.

In less than thirty seconds, the door swung open.

The moment there was a crack, Claire launched herself right into Miles's chest.

The man let out a muffled grunt from the impact, but his hands instinctively gripped her waist. Meeting her mischievous gaze, he immediately knew she was faking it.

Miles lifted her off him, his gaze cool and detached. "Go back. I don't need you here."

"I'm not going back." Claire tilted her head back to look at him, her fingers hooking into his hospital gown as she pushed him a couple of steps toward the bed.

"The hallway is empty, freezing, and creepy. Are you trying to freeze me to death so you can replace me with a younger model?"

"Hmph, in your dreams." Claire used her momentum to push him down onto the mattress.

Her tone softened. "I can explain the divorce papers."

"I thought Lauren Sinclair was your unattainable ideal. When she came back, I thought you were going to divorce me, so I figured I might as well strike first."

Claire sniffled, feeling a little guilty. "But after having the lawyer draft it, I just couldn't bring myself to give it to you."

"The divorce agreement isn't some backup plan. I'm sitting in the position of Mrs. Zimmerman right now, and I have no intention of stepping down."

Her voice was sweet and soft, stubborn yet incredibly sincere.

Miles's large hands rested on her lower back, gripping her tightly. "Who told you that?"

"Everyone says it," she murmured.

She lowered her voice. "Dr. Zimmerman, you're still mad at me, aren't you? You can be mad, but please don't ignore me."

He let out a low groan. "Get up."

"Does that mean you forgive me?"

"Fine," Miles conceded.

"Muah! Looks like Dr. Zimmerman is quite easy to coax after all."

Claire climbed off him, her eyes fixed on a certain spot as her hand reached down.

"Honey, let me help you with that."

"Claire!"

Two voices shouted her name at the exact same time—one male, one female.

"Claire Jenner!"

In the dead of night, the hospital door was pushed wide open. Susan Jenner stood in the doorway, laden with bags of gifts and fruit.