The One He Dismissed Became The One He Died For novel Chapter 308

The man nipped lightly at her ear. "Just sitting, or something else?"

Claire snapped awake instantly. "Stop playing around. I wanted to talk about something serious..."

"Empire North University is hosting a medical seminar tomorrow. The faculty invited you, and I snagged an invitation. Do you want to go walk around campus for a bit?"

Claire had been keeping an eye out for things like this lately, desperate to distract him from his resignation.

He pressed kisses down her neck, his voice turning husky. "Whatever you want. If you want to go, we'll go."

"Don't, I'm still sore," Claire dodged away.

"Be a good girl. I'll be gentle."

...

Early the next morning, Claire groggily forced her eyes open.

The shower stopped running, and Miles stepped out of the bathroom, fully dressed.

"Why are you up so early?" Claire mumbled lazily, struggling to lift her absolutely exhausted body.

"Liar. You said... you'd be gentle."

Miles walked over to the bed and scooped her up into his arms.

"The seminar is at 11:00 AM, but you said last night you wanted to walk around campus first."

"Get up now. Breakfast is ready."

Claire blinked in confusion before the memories of last night slowly trickled back.

Sure enough, indulgence really did fog the brain.

Going back to their alma mater was a happy occasion. After washing up, Claire pulled on a light blue dress and happily dragged Miles out the door.

The sycamore-lined paths of Empire North University looked exactly the same. It was autumn, and the ground was blanketed in golden leaves. Students were everywhere, snapping photos.

Claire held onto Miles's hand, walking on his right side.

He was dressed effortlessly in a crisp white shirt and dark gray slacks.

Claire reached over and poked his arm.

"Mr. Zimmerman, why don't you give me a tour of the medical school? It's the most mysterious place on campus, after all."

Empire North University's medical department had a strict rule: under normal circumstances, students from other majors were strictly forbidden from entering.

Claire blinked up at him, entirely serious. "I'm technically family now, so I should be allowed in, right?"

He snapped a photo, then adjusted his angle, dropping into a half-crouch to perfectly capture her face right next to his name on the glass.

The boy he once was had finally found the girl of his dreams.

From down the hall, a voice suddenly rang out in pleasant surprise. "Miles?"

"Professor Carmichael," Miles stood back up. "It's been a long time."

The white-haired professor beamed excitedly. "I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me! It really is you!"

Seeing Miles's professor, Claire instantly dropped her silly pose.

Moving too fast, she stumbled and nearly fell. Miles caught her smoothly with one arm. "Careful."

Claire smoothed out her skirt, stood up perfectly straight, and offered a sweet, polite smile. "Hello, Professor."

The old professor blinked in surprise. "And this is..."

Miles let out a soft chuckle. "My wife, Claire."

Disbelief flashed in the professor's eyes as he looked her up and down.

To think his rigidly disciplined star pupil had married someone so vibrant and mischievous.