The One He Dismissed Became The One He Died For novel Chapter 94

Watching her remain silent, the warmth completely bled out of Miles's eyes.

He slowly straightened up.

"Miles, I..." Claire racked her brain, desperate for a smooth excuse.

His tone went flat, stripped of all emotion. "Save it. I understand."

"Susan's surgery is scheduled for next Monday. I'll be the lead surgeon. Her private room and post-op care are fully arranged, and the entire medical bill has been covered."

Miles turned toward the door.

"We are officially even, Claire. This is where it ends."

"You really are exhausting."

Just before he pulled the door shut, he reached outside, grabbed a shopping bag, and dropped it inside.

Dead silence claimed the locker room.

Claire walked over.

Inside the designer bag was a set of dry, impeccably tailored clothes.

She pulled them out—the fabric was luxurious, and the sizing was perfect.

She was exhausting?

If she was so exhausting, why was he so painfully thoughtful even when breaking ties with her?

A dull ache throbbed in her temples.

The suffocating pain in her chest started to spread, digging tiny, sharp claws into her ribs.

She changed into the dry clothes, slipped out of the venue, and went straight to the Jenner residence.

George Jenner barely looked up from his armchair. "Well? Did you secure the contract?"

"No. It was a celebration for the Vanderbilt family. Nathan didn't want to talk business."

"You're useless. You were supposed to initiate the conversation!"

Claire's voice was devoid of emotion. "Mom's surgery is next Monday. You need to go to the hospital and sign the consent forms."

She wondered if he was home. Remembering his sheer fury earlier, a heavy wave of exhaustion washed over her.

Staying here was going to be complicated. Once her mother's surgery was complete, she would have to move out anyway.

She had originally hoped proximity would win him over.

But now, it seemed she had burned that bridge permanently.

After a long shower, Claire dialed Nathan's number.

The moment the call connected, his furious shouting blasted through the speaker.

"You have some nerve calling me, Claire! We're not done talking about what you pulled at the pool!"

She made her voice impossibly soft. "Nathan, I'm so sorry. I let my emotions get the better of me tonight. I want to apologize in person, and maybe we can finally iron out the details of the contract."

He paused, letting out a sleazy chuckle. "Fine. At least you know your place. Tomorrow at noon. The Azure Pavilion."

"That dress you wore last night really showed off your assets. I expect to see exactly how genuine your apology is tomorrow..."