The One He Dismissed Became The One He Died For novel Chapter 307

Her cheeks burning, Claire forced herself to regain composure, keeping her head down as she finished packing the rest of his belongings.

Underneath the desk sat a large, completely sealed, dust-free cardboard box.

"What's in here?"

Claire dragged it out with some effort and popped the lid open. The next second, her pupils dilated in shock.

It wasn't anything valuable. It was entirely filled with neatly stacked, meticulously organized medical records.

Every single one was handwritten by Miles. The pen strokes were so firm they almost pressed through the paper, every letter immaculate and precise. Even an elementary student could read them with ease.

Claire's hand hovered over the box, frozen. Miles truly loved this profession.

"Are you really okay with leaving?"

Her voice was barely above a whisper.

"Dr. Zimmerman, if you don't want to leave, you don't have to force yourself. If it's about the money or the salary, it's absolutely unnecessary."

"Your wife can support you, and I can fund your passions! Even if you want to maintain the lifestyle you had as the Zimmerman heir, I can easily afford it!"

Miles let out a low chuckle, amused by her utter earnestness. The corners of his lips curved upward.

He took the cardboard lid from her hands and placed it firmly back onto the box.

"It's certainly not about the money."

"I'm just tired. I don't want to be strung so tightly anymore. I want a break."

Claire's heart melted. She wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him into a tight, fierce hug, burying her face into his chest.

"Were you jealous earlier?"

"You were upset when you saw Julian, weren't you?"

Miles stiffened slightly. His hands, resting at his sides, lifted slightly before he fell silent, silently admitting to it.

"Miles." Claire looked up, her tone dead serious. "Whenever you're upset from now on, you have to tell me."

She paused, adding earnestly, "I'll comfort you!"

Would she comfort him?

The smile in Miles's eyes deepened, and he gave a slow, gentle nod.

The night was incredibly still. In the master bedroom of Grandview Heights, Claire was already deeply asleep, her breathing slow and even.

Hovering on the edge of sleep, a suffocating darkness suddenly swallowed Miles whole.

As the medication kicked in, it barely managed to suppress the volatile madness churning in his chest.

The moment he put the pill bottle away, the study door pushed open, and a delicate figure wandered in.

She was wearing a light pink silk slip dress that hung loosely on her frame, teasing her stunning curves. She hopped over like a sleepy bunny.

Still half-asleep and groggy, she wrapped her arms tightly around his waist.

"Mhm, why are you up?"

"I couldn't sleep."

Claire nuzzled against his stomach. "Is it because you quit your job?"

Miles lifted a hand, threading his fingers through her soft hair. *So soft. I want to...*

He rapidly buried the dark thoughts, his voice dropping into a gentle, soothing baritone, betraying absolutely nothing.

"No. I just woke up and needed to sit for a bit."

"Then I'll sit with you for a while."

Miles sat down in the office chair, and she nestled perfectly into his lap. Her pale legs dangled over the armrest, swinging gently back and forth.