Chapter 126: Washing Underwear with a Straight Face

Chapter 126: Chapter 126: Washing Underwear with a Straight Face

Outside the operating room, Claire Kendall was pacing anxiously, with Ian Rhodes by her side the whole time.

Jonathan Keller came by several times, and eventually, she couldn’t help but ask, feigning nonchalance, "Where’s Miles Warren?"

"Him?" Jonathan Keller glanced toward the corner. He met Miles’s gaze and swallowed the words on the tip of his tongue. "He’s probably with a patient."

Claire Kendall didn’t press the issue.

It was Monday, which wasn’t one of his scheduled clinic days.

When she was pursuing him, she had lost count of how many times she’d run to this hospital, to his office. Claire Kendall knew his work schedule like the back of her hand.

Four hours later, the doors to the operating room slowly slid open.

Olek had a relaxed smile on his face. "The surgery was a success. We removed the entire tumor, and the nerves are perfectly preserved."

Claire Kendall’s legs felt a little weak, and Ian Rhodes quickly steadied her.

She steadied herself and bowed deeply, her voice trembling uncontrollably. "Thank you. Thank you so much."

Lindsay Joyce was wheeled out and taken to the ICU for three days of critical observation.

Ian Rhodes’s voice was filled with joy. "Claire, the surgery was a success! She’s okay, you don’t have to worry anymore!"

"Mm-hmm!"

Claire Kendall subconsciously glanced down the long corridor again, but she didn’t see that familiar figure.

She pulled her gaze away.

’Forget it. I don’t even know what I’m expecting.’

Claire Kendall returned to Regency Gardens.

The living room was dark and empty. Miles Warren hadn’t come back. It was cold and desolate.

Claire Kendall curled up on the sofa, opened a food delivery app, and ordered a mountain of things Miles Warren normally forbade her from eating, spreading it all over the coffee table.

The grilled skewers were dry. The cake was sickeningly sweet. The instant noodles were disgustingly oily. Even the milk tea was tasteless.

She frowned.

’Miles Warren has completely spoiled my palate.’

’No matter how late I came home, he would always cook for me on the spot, making all sorts of dishes, both Chinese and Western.’

The more she thought about it, the more irritated she became. Claire Kendall stripped off her clothes and took a quick shower in the bathroom.

Lying in bed, she answered a call from Sharon Carter.

"Hey girl, are you okay?"

"I’m fine. Lindsay’s surgery was a success."

Sharon Carter’s voice was hesitant. "I meant you and Miles Warren." Now that she was sober, she felt a lingering fear. Getting Claire Kendall into trouble with the police had definitely been going too far.

"Him?" Claire Kendall feigned a relaxed tone. "Oh, we’re fine."

’Except my ass really hurts.’

’And we’re getting divorced.’

But she wouldn’t tell Sharon that, afraid it would make her overthink things.

’My separation from Miles Warren has nothing to do with hiring male models.’

Sharon Carter breathed a sigh of relief. "As long as you’re okay. Is Dr. Warren not home?"

Claire Kendall paused. ’We’re in the middle of a cold war. He probably won’t be coming back.’

"He’s probably busy at the hospital. I’m going to sleep. Talk to you tomorrow."

Claire Kendall had spent the entire day on watch at the hospital and was truly exhausted. After hanging up, she had no energy left to think and fell into a deep sleep.

「In the dead of night, the darkness was thick.」

The lock on apartment 501 went BEEP, and Miles Warren returned.

He changed his shoes and entered the apartment, his movements very quiet. Just as he left the entryway, the smell of takeout assaulted his nostrils, and his brow furrowed involuntarily.

He switched on a warm, yellow wall lamp. The coffee table was a complete mess.

’She’s certainly living it up while I’m not home. An entire day, and not a single message from her. She even asked Jonathan Keller about Lindsay Joyce’s post-op recovery.’

"Meow~"

Ginger darted out and started weaving around Miles Warren’s feet.

’A cat he’s only had for a week is more familiar with him than she is. That heartless woman.’

Miles Warren threw out the takeout, cleaned up all the scraps, tidied the living room, and went into the bedroom.

On the large bed, she was a lumpy bundle wrapped in the comforter, her breathing deep and even, fast asleep.

Between the bedroom door and the bathroom.

His steps halted.

On the floor was the dress she had taken off, crumpled into a wrinkled ball and tossed aside.

And her bra, her panties...

He hung up the dress, then picked up her intimate apparel.

He took them into the bathroom, rolled up his sleeves, turned on the tap, and poured in the special detergent from the shelf.

An entire wall was lined with her bottles and jars. The sweet fragrances all mixed together, creating a scent that was slightly different from the one on her body—a scent that became addictive the longer you smelled it.

The fabric became even more transparent once soaked, the gossamer-thin black bra crumpled into a small ball in his large palm.

He eased the pressure in his hand, afraid he might damage it.

’How could it be so small? And yet, she isn’t lacking in any of the places where she should be soft and full.’

He kneaded it inch by inch, rubbing it slowly.

His eyes darkened, and his Adam’s apple bobbed involuntarily.

Finally, he rinsed it twice with clean water and hung it on a hanger. It was only washing two small items of clothing, yet a thin layer of sweat had beaded on his back.

He closed his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

He hadn’t originally planned on coming back. He was going to stay in a hotel near the hospital for a while.

But after work, as he was driving, he couldn’t hold back his worry. He drove around aimlessly before finally returning to Regency Gardens.

’Everything’s cleaned up. Time to go. Best to leave before she wakes up and we start fighting again. We need some time to cool off.’

Miles Warren turned off the light. In the darkness, the man stood by the bed, watching her.

She was lying on her side. She had been on edge all day at the hospital and must have been exhausted. Now, finally relaxed, she was sleeping soundly.

Miles Warren leaned down slightly, took her hand, and placed a kiss on her ring finger.

’Her heart is harder than a rock, but her body is impossibly soft.’

He kissed her forehead, stealing a taste while she slept.

He continued downward, capturing her lips. She mumbled something, shifted her position, and kept sleeping as the comforter slid off her body.

Miles Warren meant to pull the comforter back over her, but the sight before him made him lose all restraint. His Adam’s apple bobbed violently, and he felt himself losing control.

Underneath the comforter, she was wearing nothing at all.

His hand touched her skin, and his lips followed.

The vilest, most shameful emotions were stirred within him.

The man half-knelt by the bed and once again took the sleeping Claire Kendall’s hand.

A night of debauchery.

The next day, when Claire Kendall opened her eyes, she was surprised to find it was already ten in the morning.

’I slept until now?’

’Looks like I was really exhausted yesterday.’

She sat up and stretched, feeling refreshed and comfortable.

Thinking about how she had drifted off into a daze last night, she felt her face grow a little hot.

’Did I have an erotic dream all night?? And the star was Miles Warren, doing... this and that, and all sorts of other things.’

’I’m doomed.’

’That damned man has totally corrupted me.’

Claire Kendall patted her cheeks, trying to shake the messy thoughts from her mind.

She looked at her right hand. The palm was a little red. ’Did I sleep on it last night?’

She grabbed the nightgown beside her, slipped it on, and went straight into the bathroom to wash up.

Claire Kendall gathered her messy long hair and casually tied it up, revealing her slender neck.

In the mirror, her neck and chest were dotted with small red marks.

She rubbed them a few times, a little dazed. ’How are the marks Miles Warren left a few days ago still there? Am I too stressed? Has my metabolism slowed down?’

Claire Kendall didn’t think much of it and picked up her toothbrush, reaching for the toothpaste on the wall-mounted holder.

When she saw her panties hanging on the rack, she froze.

??!!

’Did I do laundry last night? How come I don’t remember it at all?!’