It was unusual for Shea Thorne to actively seek out Miles Crawford, and Ariana Thorne felt extremely excited internally as she even forced Shea to control her body and go outside to buy dinner to bring to Miles.
The National Medical University campus was vast. Shea first took a bus to the west gate and then jogged all the way to the experimental building where she was reborn that night.
It wasn't dark yet, and Shea could see the full view of the experimental building.
On the rooftop of the building was a large name sign—Jenson Hall.
Many medical universities in the country have a building like Jenson Hall, donated by the Sinclair Family to the medical department.
Jenson Hall stands amid a large area of the medical community, which is quite famous at the National Medical University, especially the apricot tree right at the center of Jenson Hall's entrance.
The relevance of education as an apricot altar and medicine as the medical community holds extraordinary significance for the National Medical University.
The apricot tree bears many names; it is said only outstanding students from the National Medical University have the privilege to have their names hung on it. This apricot tree was personally planted by the first generation dean coinciding with the day the school was founded—truly significant.
In the previous life, by the time Ariana Thorne passed away, Miles Crawford hadn't managed to have his name hung on the apricot tree. It was unclear what he pursued in medicine.
Circumventing the apricot tree, a cold wind hit her face.
Shea wasn't initially afraid, but the eerie breeze slowly stirred a sense of fear deep inside her.
She understood; Ariana Thorne was always afraid of this building because one day Ariana happened to witness the large body being transported for anatomical experiments, accidentally glimpsing the dissected corpse, rendering her too scared to enter.
Yet she dared to guard the door for Miles every day despite her timid bravery.
Miles Crawford, trash.
Taking out her phone to call Miles, but he didn't pick up, implying he might leave her hanging until midnight again.
Shea put away the phone, thinking if she foolishly waited at the door today, let alone waiting for Miles, getting the piano out was still a question.
Shea thought to herself: The Miles Crawford you like is right inside. If you're afraid, shrink away; I'll go in to find him.
Ariana didn't respond, but in Shea's mind, she recalled the floor of Miles Crawford's lab, she conceded.
Shea steadied herself and entered Jenson Hall.
Miles Crawford's lab was on the sixteenth floor. As soon as she entered, Shea couldn't find the elevator because Ariana didn't know either. She walked a loop around the walls in the first floor lobby and found the elevator to the upper floors on the right side.
Standing by the elevator was someone, tall and straight. His profile was sharply defined—it was the person who had previously stopped her at the mall's music store entrance to ask peculiar questions.
The person was dressed in a doctor's characteristic white coat, no expression on his face, holding a gaze at the elevator door, seemingly lost in thought.
Hearing the abrupt sound of "click-click-click" from high heels, he seemed disturbed, turning around with a furrowed brow.
In front of him was the young girl he met days ago; her black hair had turned into small chestnut curls, making her seem even more like an innocent young girl.
He shifted sideways, standing to face Shea, with a gaze fixed on her as if expecting her to come over.
Shea paused as well, feeling a sense of resistance rising from Ariana.
Though he was there first and now faced her, it would be impolite not to greet him, so pressing down the resistance and fear in her heart, Shea softly smiled, "Hello."
His height was very impressive, now dressed in a suit, entirely black, even the tie, and the white coat over it was casually open, with the full name of "National Medical University" printed in red on the right pocket. The belt buckle reflected a metallic cold glare; his legs were straight and long.
He must be a teacher at the National Medical University; his aura was too assertive, unlike a student's.
The way he looked at her made her feel like he wanted to take a bite of her.
Milo Sinclair sized up Shea Thorne, seeing the food box in her hands, he asked coldly, "Are you a student at the National Medical University?"
During their encounter at the music store, her style changed drastically. Now standing before him, based on his observation, she wasn't likely a student, probably a relative, girlfriend, or sister of someone here. A sister wouldn't be problematic, but a girlfriend...that would be troublesome.
Shea was completely under the control of Ariana's fear and didn't respond, lowering her head, timidly stepping back.
This person is terrifying; she doesn't want to talk to him.
At that moment, the elevator arrived. Milo Sinclair entered first, pressed the elevator button, and asked, "Going up or not?"
Each elevator trip covered the entire building floor by floor, adding additional stops when people pressed buttons for different floors, so she would need to wait another five minutes regardless.
Ariana wanted to avoid entering because of her fear of Milo Sinclair, but Shea didn't want to spend another second waiting, so Shea regained control of her body and followed Milo Sinclair into the elevator, saying, "Thank you, sorry to trouble you, sixteenth floor."
Milo Sinclair, being tall, blocked the buttons. When he turned around, Shea saw only the light for the sixteenth floor was on—their destination was the same.
"Thank you," Shea expressed her gratitude.
She's starting to understand some patterns of Ariana Thorne, Ariana strictly adheres to traditional values when it comes to matters involving Miles Crawford and romantic relationships, coming out to dominate her emotions only in such cases. In ordinary situations, she rarely takes initiative.
As the floors ascended step by step, Milo Sinclair asked in a deep voice, "What's your name?"
He seemed to realize he was rude, recalling his mother mentioning his communication being too cold and forceful, hence his blind date deemed him unsuitable upon returning home.
Milo Sinclair didn't want Shea Thorne to result in a similar outcome to the blind date, he deliberately softened his tone, saying, "My previous behavior at the mall was too abrupt, I apologize. My name is Milo Sinclair, may I have the pleasure of knowing yours?"
There's an unwritten rule in Jenson Hall that all visitors must wear soft-soled shoes to maintain the building's quiet atmosphere, but clearly, she didn't know, hence the sharp clicks of her heels, conclusively she wasn't a student at the National Medical University.
Another important point, she didn't recognize him.
Entering Jenson Hall, anyone who attends must have completed anatomy classes. By this time, all medical universities nationwide have conducted these courses, yet she appeared unfamiliar with him, indicating she hadn't attended his class.
His purpose for speaking was evident, and Shea Thorne, with her experience, instantly comprehended, raising an eyebrow, even as she battled Ariana's fear internally, she countered, "Is your apology to set up a date with me? Dinner, or spending the night?"
From her past encounters focusing more on physical than emotional bonds, Milo Sinclair's intentions were predictable; his qualities trump her previous partners in excellence, though limited by Ariana, otherwise either option wouldn't be a loss.
Having dinner implies a long-term relationship, spending the night means parting ways tomorrow.
"I'm asking your name, what about it? Does spending the night require knowing each other's names?" Milo Sinclair turned around, surprised she was so knowledgeable, initially fleeing in fear from him at the mall, yet now boldly provoking him.
The young girl before him only changed her hairstyle, eyes wide and innocent, retaining a naïve demeanor, however her expression wasn't as panicked, with a hint of maturity beneath.
"Currently no need for dinner or a night," Shea Thorne refused outright, given her present state, dining with this remarkably well-built and handsome man is out of the question, even conversing more is suffocating.
"No need now, perhaps tomorrow there will be?" Milo Sinclair proposed amusedly, this girl appeared sweet externally yet acted skillfully, possibly an experienced player.
Lucky for him, he doesn't fancy excessively pure, inexperienced types needing to be taught from scratch—it's too troublesome.
"That won't be you either, my social rule is keeping age differences within five years, Mr. Sinclair, you seem way beyond limit," Shea Thorne mercilessly pointed out his shortcomings. Considering her age of twenty, the upper limit would be twenty-five, energy-filled guys willing to compromise their pride to court girls. The lower limit at age fifteen...forget it, she's not interested in minors or newly of age.
Right now, she wants to live freely, the prime objective is to swiftly rid herself of Ariana Thorne, rather than futilely pining over Miles Crawford, better to reside in the graveyard.