The One He Dismissed Became The One He Died For novel Chapter 304

His wife was looking at other men.

A bunch of cheap, heavily contoured posers.

Was he not good-looking enough? Did he not have a good enough body? Was she tired of him because he was older?

He leaned over, pressing his chest against her back, his lips brushing her ear. His voice was dark, dripping with raw possessiveness and dominance.

"Is he that good-looking?"

"Have you looked enough?"

Claire finally realized he was jealous and scrambled to explain.

"Quinn sent these to me. We're picking a brand ambassador. It's strictly professional."

Miles walked around to the front of the couch and plucked the phone right out of her hands.

"Done playing?"

He looked down, his voice dangerously soft, as he slowly twisted the wedding band off his ring finger. The cool metal slid off his skin with a faint scrape.

He placed it delicately on the coffee table.

"Now, it's my turn to play."

Claire's mind buzzed. Her instincts screamed that she was in deep trouble, and she scrambled backward.

She moved fast, twisting her waist to roll toward the far side of the couch. But the moment her foot touched the plush rug, a large hand clamped around her ankle.

Not too tight, not too loose. Just perfect.

With barely any effort, he dragged her right back from the edge of the couch.

"Where do you think you're going?" He pressed his knee against the edge of the cushions, his shadow swallowing her completely.

"Miles..." Her voice trembled, completely devoid of its usual bravado. "I have to go to the hospital tomorrow to meet Quinn about the ambassador. You can't go crazy tonight."

A drop of water from his damp hair fell onto her collarbone, sending a sharp shiver down her spine.

"Miles, stop messing around."

"Messing around?" He echoed the words. "When have I ever 'messed around' with you?"

Julian Young stood by the hospital bed, his hair disheveled, his clothes wrinkled, and his eyes completely bloodshot. He looked completely defeated.

With slumped shoulders and a tear-stained face, he begged in a pathetic, groveling tone.

"Quinn, I know I messed up..."

"I lost my mind. I was so blinded by jealousy that I started the rumor to sabotage OCHH. That's the only reason things got so bad between me and Claire."

"I built OCHH with her from the ground up. I really can't stand the thought of a total fallout, and I definitely don't want my reputation destroyed."

He choked on his words, drowning in regret, desperate for Quinn to plead his case.

Quinn leaned against the headboard, staring at the blubbering man with a mixture of helplessness and sheer annoyance.

Claire stood in the doorway, shocked to see Julian in such a pathetic state. OCHH's legal team must have already served him with a lawsuit.

Seeing Julian crying and begging for forgiveness, Miles's fists clenched at his sides. He felt sick to his stomach.

His face was a mask of cold indifference, but regret flared wildly in his chest.

Why hadn't he just run the bastard over last night?