The One He Dismissed Became The One He Died For novel Chapter 309

Professor Carmichael nodded approvingly, his gaze lingering on Claire for a moment.

"You're a lucky girl! Back in the day, the line of girls waiting outside the medical building to hand him love letters stretched around the block."

Claire glanced sideways at Miles, her eyes curving into crescents as she nodded enthusiastically.

No kidding. If it wasn't for him, her four-year side hustle of ghostwriting love letters never would have been so lucrative!

But Miles just shook his head. "Professor, I'm actually the lucky one."

"She's also an Empire North alum. Graduated from the design school. She's a brilliant designer."

Professor Carmichael looked surprised, then let out a hearty laugh. "My apologies, I must live under a rock!"

"Wonderful, wonderful. You two make a spectacular match."

He patted Miles on the shoulder. "Do you have a minute? I've got a tricky tumor pathology report I'd love for you to take a look at."

"Of course," Miles nodded. He turned to Claire. "Just stay nearby. Don't wander off into any of the labs, or you might run into some cadavers and get scared."

Claire nodded, waving obediently. "Goodbye, Professor Carmichael."

The professor smiled and nodded, turning back to Miles as they walked away. "Miles, you've married well."

"You've changed so much for the better. You're much more open and approachable than you used to be."

Miles glanced back over his shoulder. His clever girl was on her tiptoes, earnestly wiping a smudge off the glass case with a tissue.

He couldn't help but smile, his eyes overflowing with adoration. His voice dropped into a low, affectionate murmur. "Yes. I owe it all to her."

Claire inspected the glass she had just cleaned, nodding in satisfaction.

She paced back and forth, staring at the photos over and over again.

The boy in the pictures had a heavy, stoic gaze that didn't belong on someone so young. Claire gently traced his face through the glass.

Was it the stress of his studies? The pressure of the Zimmerman family? Or... was it because of her?

Regardless, he was incredibly handsome.

Even after sleeping with him so many times, she still found herself effortlessly seduced, drowning in those deep eyes, letting him coax her into absolutely anything...

Before she could finish, the three girls sneered in unison.

"That is the absolute legend of our department, the top genius of the last twenty years! Have some respect and stop using someone else's achievements as a backdrop for your pathetic selfies!"

"Kissing the photo wall? If Miles saw that, he'd be absolutely sick to his stomach."

"Exactly! Let's take a picture of her and expose her on the school forum!"

The three girls chattered venomously, raising their phones.

This time, Claire's expression darkened. Just as she was about to issue a sharp warning, a soft, velvet baritone cut through the tension.

"Claire."

Miles stepped out of a nearby lab, walking slightly faster than his usual measured pace.

He walked straight up to her, his eyes dropping to her loosely tied sneaker.

Without a word, he naturally dropped to one knee. He pinched the laces, expertly looping and pulling them tight. After adjusting the bow to perfection, he stood back up.