The One He Dismissed Became The One He Died For novel Chapter 301

Claire looked down from the second-floor window.

Miles was leaning casually against his black Phaeton, his coat draped loosely over one arm. He looked up, his gaze locked perfectly on the floor-to-ceiling window of her private room.

It was late autumn, and the air was crisp. He had just gotten out of the hospital—why was he waiting outside with so few layers on?

She quickly pulled her gaze away and raised her glass.

"Director Ziegler, Director Wallace, Director Lawson, I'll leave the clarification statement in your capable hands. I have to cut this short today, but the next round is on me to properly thank you all."

She tipped her head back and downed the drink in one go, coughing slightly from the burn, before grabbing her bag and heading for the door.

"CEO Jenner, allow us to walk you out—"

"No need, really." Claire hurried her pace, feeling overwhelmed by their sudden flattery.

Her stilettos clicked rapidly as she jogged down to the first floor.

Through the automatic glass doors, Miles waved at her.

A bright smile broke across Claire's face, and she practically ran to him. "Miles, what are you doing here?"

He caught her by the waist, pulling her into a secure embrace. "What's the rush? Take your time."

"It's freezing out here, and I didn't want you to catch a cold. Put me down."

Miles loosened his grip just enough for Claire's feet to touch the ground.

He handed her a small pink box tied with a matching ribbon.

Claire took it, her eyes lighting up. "Chalet Patisserie? It's impossible to get their cakes without waiting in a massive line."

"No line today. I was just passing by."

She looked up at him suspiciously. "Chalet is in the East District, and Grandview Heights is in the West. How exactly was that on your way?"

"Just get in the car."

Miles opened the passenger door, shielding her head as she slid into the seat.

At the entrance of the restaurant, Director Ziegler and the other officials had stepped out for some fresh air and to discuss the wording of the statement. The moment they looked up, they froze.

The moment she did it, she remembered the man was a germaphobe. She wanted to pull it back, feeling awkward, fully expecting him to decline.

To her surprise, Miles turned his head and took the spoon into his mouth. The sickening sweetness exploded on his tongue, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

"Too sweet."

"It's perfect! It's exactly how I like it."

As Claire tried to pull the spoon away, his lips brushed against her fingers, leaving a light, lingering kiss.

"Not as sweet as you."

Claire froze, her ears turning bright red. "Miles, you..."

He had been acting strange lately. Since when did he become such a smooth talker?!

She bit her lip and quickly scrolled through her phone to distract herself.

"The Wall Street King of Investment, Z.J., is moving his operations back to the domestic market? Transferring all his assets to Empire City? I heard he's originally from here."