He Finally Noticed Me Right When I Was Leaving novel Chapter 70

Back in medical school, Silas had been famous for his cooking skills. He won over everyone, from the sternest professors to the youngest undergrads.

An old professor had once praised him between mouthfuls of soup. "With cooking skills like this, whoever marries you will be one lucky woman!"

Silas had simply smiled. "I'd be the lucky one if she agreed to marry me."

"Just be careful in the kitchen. For surgeons, our hands are our most precious assets. One bad burn and your career is over."

Silas had thought about it and replied, "I'm an anesthesiologist. A burn won't stop me from administering meds. But Seraphina's hands are priceless. She does delicate interventional surgeries; she can't afford a single scratch."

The old professor, wise to the ways of the world, had looked at Silas, then at Seraphina—who was happily texting her boyfriend—and let out a long sigh.

Completely oblivious, Seraphina had asked, "Why are you sighing, Professor? Is the soup not to your liking?"

"Just drink it before it gets cold," the professor had muttered. "Don't waste Silas's hard work chatting on your phone."

"Right, right, I'm drinking it."

Ding—

Her phone had chimed again. It was a reply from her boyfriend.

She had chugged the entire bowl of soup in seconds, desperate to finish so she could read Pierce's message.

Silas, always gentle and composed, had merely smiled, cleared her empty bowl, and kept his silence.

Recalling those memories now made Silas feel a wave of melancholy.

Back then, he had harbored a selfish, dark hope that they would break up, and she would finally see his worth.

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