The One He Dismissed Became The One He Died For novel Chapter 314

"I just remembered I have some unfinished work at OCHH Luxury. I should head back to the office... Don't..."

Claire was caught by him, easily reeled back in.

His deep, slow voice drifted from behind her, casually spitting out two words: "Going. Home."

In the study at Grandview Heights.

The floor lamp was on, casting a warm glow over Claire as she sat behind the mahogany desk.

Miles stood beside her, pulling out the old love letters from a drawer and opening them one by one.

Just as he suspected, most of them didn't have his name on them.

The few that did have his name were all written at the very top, and the handwriting clearly wasn't Claire's.

She hadn't chosen him back then because she hadn't even known who he was from the start.

And when he had bumped into her writing love letters in the library, he had mistakenly believed she was writing them for him.

Claire looked up at him slightly, her tone cautious. "Um, Professor Zimmerman, this is actually a kind of fate too. It doesn't matter how two people start; what matters is the result. Don't you agree?"

She gently traced his palm, acting sweet and affectionate.

"Oh..."

Miles stood behind her, a half-smile playing in his eyes.

"Is this what you meant when you said you felt you weren't good enough for me?"

He rubbed the few sheets of stationery between his fingers. "Mass-producing love letters and selling them?"

"Claire, you certainly have a mind for business. You made quite a bit of money off me, didn't you?"

She subconsciously nodded, then quickly shook her head.

Miles pulled out a blank sheet of paper and tossed her a pen.

"Write."

"Write what?"