The One He Dismissed Became The One He Died For novel Chapter 315

Before Claire could process his words, he seized her wrists, lifted her up, and placed her on the mahogany desk.

She leaned back as he kissed her, only to be pulled closer by the man until there was zero space between them.

Miles guided her hands to his shirt buttons.

"If your hands don't want to write love letters, they can help with something else."

He guided her fingers, letting her unbutton his shirt.

"Miles,"

"Mhm," he responded in a low nod.

In a daze, Claire suddenly remembered something. "Wait, Miles, today was supposed to be my turn to punish you..."

Claire had been thoroughly coaxed, and whatever backbone she had left simply vanished into thin air.

The blank stationery on the desk was crumpled under her movements, the ink spilling out in a dark blot.

Claire collapsed limply into the chair, completely drained. "Miles, carry me to the shower. I'm exhausted."

"Alright, let's go."

In the bathroom, he washed his hands, then helped her bathe.

Throughout the entire process, she leaned against his chest, eyes closed, hovering on the edge of sleep.

Once he laid her on the bed, Claire mumbled a couple of times, rolled over, and fell fast asleep.

Miles turned off the bedside lamp and stepped out onto the balcony.

He dialed a number that had sat untouched in his contacts for a long time.

The call connected quickly, and a surprised voice answered.

"Miles?"

"Yes, it's me, Dr. Foster. I apologize for bothering you this late."

Miles's voice returned to its usual calm. "Regarding the treatment we discussed before, please schedule a session for me."

"Really? You're willing to come in?" The voice on the other end shifted from surprise to sheer delight.

Miles glanced toward the bedroom and let out a soft "Mhm."

The next day.

In bed, Claire was sleeping soundly, completely dead to the world.

Miles had been awake for a while. He walked to the edge of the bed and pressed an apologetic kiss to her forehead.

It was their first time in the study yesterday, and he had admittedly pushed her too hard.

He whispered near her ear, "Good girl, breakfast is in the kitchen. I'm heading to the office."