Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO - Chapter 253

Chapter 253: Won half the battle?

Chapter 253: Won half the battle?

The next day, the said medical conference was held at the hospital.

It was mainly arranged for the doctors but a few nurses had also taken the permission to attend it.

They all sat in the back rows of the hall, swooning at Jason’s handsome looks.  Jason stood at the podium, delivering his presentation with effortless confidence.

His blonde hair was half tied back neatly, accentuating his striking features, while his charismatic demeanor captivated everyone in the room.

But it wasn’t just his looks that held their attention -it was his voice, deep and smooth, and the depth of knowledge he exuded with every word.  “No doubt people call him legendary,” whispered a nurse seated who sat in the last second row.

“His looks are unparalleled.

I have never seen a doctor as handsome as him.

And the way he is speaking is just adding up to his charms.

I mean I simply can’t take my eyes off him.”  “Didn’t you get engaged last week,” another nurse commented.

“You have a fiancé already, don’t swoon over someone else now.”  “Who cares?” the previous nurse spoke again.

“Anyway, this is a rare treat.

After today.

I don’t think we will ever get a chance again to sit in his audience.

Let me savor this moment and his charms.

This treat I won’t forget my whole life.” “Sigh!

Up until now, I thought a doctor’s charms came from their knowledge and success, but he is proving me wrong.

He got everything -brains, looks and that voice!

God, I feel like getting pregnant already,” another nurse added, clutching her notepad like it was her lifeline.

“Do you think he is single?” one of them asked, her tone hopeful yet hesitant.  The nurse beside her giggled softly.

“What are you even thinking?

Do you think we stand a chance even if he isn’t?

He is not just any famous doctor, he is next in line of the Clark family, their eldest son.

Rumor has it he is almost untouchable -always immersed in his work.

The only thing that gets his full attention is his patients and his research.

”  “Still,” said another wistfully, “a girl can dream, can’t she?

What if our story turns out to be like some fairytale?

We can -”  “Not even in the parallel universe.” Another nurse interrupted with a soft giggle.

“Even if it turns out to be some fairytale, I don’t think any of us has that princess’ charms to catch his eyes.”  As they exchanged hushed whispers and soft giggles, Jason continued speaking with unwavering focus.

His presentation was flawless, and his points were insightful.

His dedication to his craft shone through every sentence he spoke.

His gaze met with a few of the doctors who sat in the front with an amiable smile and confidence, most of them were older than him -almost double his age, but the gaze with which they looked up at him was full of respect.  At the end of his presentation, he took a moment to glance around the room.

His sharp eyes caught the faint blushes but he didn’t mind as if he was all used to it.

Unhurriedly averting his gaze, he smiled politely.  “Thank you all for your attention,” Jason said, his voice resonating across the room.

“If there are any questions; I would be happy to address them now.”  After a quick question-answer session, the dean got up the stage to extend his heartfelt gratitude.

With that done, he asked Jason to follow him to his office which he politely accepted.

Anyway, he wasn’t here for just a conference, he had his reasons to come here today.

If not, he would have never made an exception.

As they walked out, the Dean smiled and tried to start a conversation, “Dr.

Clark, thank you for accepting this invite.

We never thought you would accept.

It was really an insightful session.”  Jason smiled back at him, but his smile didn’t look simple.

“Dr.

Cred, it was pleasant to share my part here, but I didn’t accept your invitation to exchange my knowledge here.”  The dean didn’t understand.

Furrowing his brows, he asked, “What do you mean, Dr.

Clark?”  Jason paused in his step and turned to look at the dean, straight into his eyes.

“Dr.

Cred, I do believe exchanging knowledge around can help you expand it better, but I don’t do it often as my schedule doesn’t allow it.

So when I accepted to come here on your invitation, I am sure you must already doubt my acceptance.”  Seeing the old doctor ponder about it, Jason’s smile deepened and he continued, “I am here today because I needed help from you, Dr.

Cred.

I hope you don’t mind it.”  “A help?” Dr.

Cred repeated, for a moment confused.

Given the reputation and capabilities of the young man who stood in front of him, he found it difficult to imagine what help he could possibly want.  But since he was asking for help, there was no way he could refuse him.

Hence nodding, he asked, reciprocating his smile.

“It will be an honor, Dr.

Clark.

Please tell me how can I help you?”  Jason was about to speak when from the side of his eyes he saw someone appear.

His gaze moved, and soon it was the sight of a woman in a wheelchair came into his vision.

She has wheeled herself all the way alone -looking all pitiful and miserable.

Delyth put on the prettiest smile when she saw Jason looking at her.

“Dr.

Clark,” she said softly, mimicking the elegance that she has practised hard to adapt.

“Good afternoon.

I hope you still remember me.”  Jason’s expression showed no shift, but he turned towards Delyth to get a better look at her.

His simple gesture made her deepen the smile as she became sure that he still remembered her.

Doesn’t that mean she already won half the battle?

Now she only has to convince him.

And a sympathetic act would do the job.  Feeling already victorious, she slowly said, “I have been looking for you for a long while.

Good that I found you here today.”