I Stopped Loving Him When He Let Me Bleed Out novel Chapter 284

His brow bone was sharp, his nose straight, and the line of his jaw looked like it had been carved from marble.

He kept his head slightly bowed as the man next to him spoke in hushed tones. Finn was listening intently, occasionally giving a slight nod or a faint twitch of his lips, looking every bit the untouchable aristocrat.

Sienna's fingers dug into the edge of her laptop.

She wrenched her gaze away.

Lowering her head, she forced her eyes back onto the slides.

He could blind the whole room with his presence, but it had absolutely nothing to do with her anymore.

"Nervous?"

Silas's voice drifted over from right beside her.

Sienna snapped her head up, realizing he had somehow slipped into the empty chair next to hers.

"I'm alright," she murmured.

Silas glanced at her, his eyes tracing the tension in her face before dropping to her white-knuckled grip on the laptop.

"Relax," he said smoothly. "You know your material inside and out."

"Thank you, Mr. Hayes."

"Just Silas," he corrected, his tone unwavering. "Outside the hospital walls, we're not boss and subordinate."

Sienna's fingers went still.

She looked at him. His expression was dead serious; he wasn't playing around.

Silas didn't push it further. He turned his attention back to the speaker at the front of the room.

Sitting there beside him, Sienna suddenly realized that maybe he was right.

If she never let her guard down, how could she possibly explore what this might become?

She owed it to herself to give this a real shot. To see where another path might lead.

When the young doctors' segment began, Sienna walked up to the podium.

The spotlight hit her. The auditorium was packed, a sea of distinguished faces staring back from the darkness.

She took a slow, deep breath, clicked the first slide, and started talking.

For the first thirty seconds, her voice was a little tight.

But the moment she transitioned into the data, the tension melted away.

This was her element. Every case study, every statistic, every hard-fought conclusion—she had built this from the ground up. It was bulletproof.

Her pacing smoothed out, her voice projecting with unshakeable authority.

Down in the audience, heads began to nod. Pens scratched against notebooks. A few experts leaned over to whisper to one another.

Ten minutes exactly.

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