The One He Dismissed Became The One He Died For novel Chapter 310

His tone was unbearably gentle as he brushed a stray hair from her forehead. "You didn't even notice your shoe was untied. You could have tripped."

"Next time we go out, I'll double-check them for you."

The three loudmouths were frozen in place, their jaws practically on the floor.

The legendary Miles Zimmerman—the man who hadn't so much as looked at a woman in four years of college—had just willingly dropped to his knee to tie a woman's shoe with absolute devotion!

One of the girls stuttered, her voice shaking, "M-Miles?"

"The real Miles! Then that means the woman next to him is..."

Miles cast a frosty glance at them before looking back at Claire. "Is something wrong?"

Claire glanced at the trio, then shook her head gently. "Nothing at all."

She looped her arm through his, pitching her voice a pitch higher and dripping with sugar. "Honey, let's go. Your seminar is about to start."

"Alright. Whatever you say."

As Claire walked past the three girls, she suddenly stood on her tiptoes and planted a massive, echoing kiss right on Miles's cheek.

Then, like a petty child, she flashed a smug pout at them.

So what if she kissed the photo?

She could kiss the real thing!

The university's thousand-seat auditorium was already packed to the brim.

Even though every seat was taken, students continued to pour in. The back of the room and the aisles were completely jammed.

Miles Zimmerman—the name alone was an absolute legend at the medical school.

His first time returning to campus for a seminar naturally commanded the attention of the entire student body.

Claire sat in the front row, quietly waiting for her husband to take the stage.

When Miles walked up from the wings, the low hum of chatter instantly died down. He stood behind the podium, his gaze sweeping across the massive crowd before locking onto the far-right corner of the front row.

Their eyes met.

Claire gave him a cheeky wink. Miles swallowed a soft smile, pulled up his presentation, and immediately launched into a complex case study on renal pathology.

Immune mechanisms, cellular environments, postoperative rejection... She understood the individual words, but put them together, and it sounded like complete gibberish.

She looked around. Everyone was furiously taking notes—after all, this was a free masterclass.

"Hey, why are you sleeping? He's brilliant! And look how gorgeous he is! Half the people out there in the hall are from other majors just trying to catch a glimpse!"

Claire groggily rubbed her eyes.

"He's handsome, sure. But when you look at him every single day, you kinda get used to it."

Everyone around her: ???

An icy glare pinned her to her seat.

Claire instinctively looked up, meeting Miles's dark, unreadable eyes.

He heard her? He heard what she said all the way from up there?

She swore she saw him smirk coldly for a fraction of a second before he seamlessly resumed the lecture, as poised and composed as ever.

As the seminar drew to a close, the floor opened up for a Q&A session.

The microphone was passed to the students. Two girls asked highly technical questions regarding inhibitor dosages. Miles answered sharply and concisely, earning waves of applause from the crowd.

Then, the mic landed in the hands of a particularly bold male student.

"Miles, I wanted to ask if you currently have a girlfriend? Rumor has it you never dated during your four years here. As a freshman, do I need to be completely celibate like you to get top grades?"