Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go-Chapter 111: The Gift for Him

Keane Lowell raised his eyes to look over.

It was indeed a ring.

Not too loose or too tight, fitting snugly on his middle finger.

There was still a trace of warmth left on it, unsure where she had taken it from.

Clearly, it was just a simple, thin metal band, but the moment she put it on him, ripples arose in his heart, only to silently return to calm.

His heart was immediately tethered by her.

A subtle, unprecedented feeling.

As if he had privately vowed a lifelong commitment to her.

Restrained, he gently held the girl’s slender hand, turning his gaze to meet her pure, bright eyes.

"Once you put it on, you’re not allowed to take it off again," Claire Prescott demanded domineeringly.

Keane Lowell curved his lips: "I won’t."

His tone was light, gazing against the backlight, the dim light blurred his entire face, faintly revealing a gentle smile at the corner of his mouth.

Claire Prescott exchanged a smile with him.

She naturally believed that for him to say it, he would definitely keep his word.

Just at that moment, she suddenly understood when he said, "Wearing the ring makes your heart feel at ease."

If anyone else dared to covet him upon seeing this ring, then their character was seriously in question.

In fact.

She had initially set her eyes on that men’s ring with the 18K white gold engraved black satin design, thinking it suited his temperament, but wearing different rings was not a good omen for the two of them, so she had one made identical to hers.

She gathered her thoughts and spoke to him, "I have another gift for you."

Then, Claire Prescott took a gift box from her bag and handed it to him.

It was a pair of cufflinks.

Also bought from the jewelry store.

Liked them, so bought them.

Her material desires weren’t high, just her indulgence in food was a bit unrestrained.

However, in the past, whenever she went shopping with friends, her first thought wasn’t for herself but whether it suited her grandparents, as if her material desires were born for those who loved her.

So when the saleswoman promoted the men’s cufflinks, she was instantly captivated, took a look around the counter of cufflinks, and finally chose this pair.

Comparable in material to her favored ring, also made of 18K white gold with black PVD.

But she favored the engraving of icebergs and cedar trees on the cufflinks more.

This somehow made up for not being able to gift that ring.

Just.

He was indeed a mature and steady man; when receiving a gift, he could remain so composed, without any reaction, merely calmly feeling the patterns on the cufflinks.

Yet, she had anticipated that. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

If he had laughed out loud and lost control of his emotions, then he wouldn’t be himself.

"Do you like it?" she softly asked.

"I like it."

In a tone gentle and undisputable.

Then the man leisurely took off the cufflinks on his shirt and replaced them with the pair she gave him.

A soft smile played on Claire Prescott’s lips, admiring his wrist adorned with the new cufflinks; in the dim light, she could only sense the distinctly jointed hand, emitting an exquisite and transcendental aura like jade.

Truly handsome, even his hands exude elegance.

Later, arriving at the restaurant.

In a place filled with light, riding the elevator all the way up, Claire Prescott couldn’t help but raise his hand to admire it time and again.

So much so that she didn’t notice the two figures appearing before them right away.

One with an elegant posture in an appropriately toned green silk dress, her skin so fair it glowed, collarbone, and shoulder line so beautiful it took one’s breath away, added to that a perfectly proportionate waist-to-hip ratio, a truly unforgettable, vibrant, and grand presence.

The other slipped a hand in his pocket, donned in a brown shirt and slacks, exuding an innate nonchalance, holding a cigar in one hand.

The two intertwined their arms intimately.

It was Zara Leighton and Milton Rivers.

Claire Prescott’s steps halted instantly, her face gradually darkening.

She had never imagined she would dare to be so intimate with someone already engaged in public.

Equally catching sight of Keane and Claire, Zara Leighton’s steps now cautious, instinctively releasing Milton Rivers’s arm in alarm, timidly calling out, "Cl... Claire."

Meanwhile, Milton Rivers grippingly seized Zara Leighton’s hand, steering her toward them composedly.

"Such a coincidence, shall we join tables?" Milton Rivers said facing Keane Lowell, wearing a gentlemanly, fresh face, yet his voice carried an unruly edge.

Keane Lowell glanced sideways at the girl’s expression.

Her face turned stormy, eyes seemingly lined with frost, staring fixedly at Milton Rivers, fists clenched tightly, as if willing someone to be crushed to powder.

He said in a deep voice, "You should ask her if she agrees."

Milton Rivers followed his gaze over.

From the moment he saw them, he could sense a penetrating gaze fixed on him, seemingly burning a hole through him.

Deliberately avoiding her gaze, yet now meeting eyes, an inexplicable chill trickling down his spine, for it appeared those eyes sought to devour him, maliciously.

His heart wavered.

In their presence, unavoidably, his aura somewhat diminished.

Ultimately, he disdainfully uttered, "A few days ago, I was considering inviting you to join my hospital, but as it turns out, with Mr. Lowell at your side, you won’t even need to work anymore."

Two flames of anger flared in Claire Prescott’s eyes.

She let go of Keane Lowell’s hand, silently raising a fist, ready to charge ahead and punch him.

Just as she moved, Milton Rivers, alert, pulled Zara Leighton back a step swiftly, then hurriedly marched off toward the exit with her.

Claire Prescott halted halfway in pursuit, desolately watching their retreating, fleeing figures.

Her mood sinking uncontrollably, continuously.

While it’s one thing for her family’s precious gem to be taken by a swine, it hurts more the gem willingly follows the pig.

She can’t comprehend what’s so great about Milton Rivers, for Zara Leighton to follow him so devotedly, for what exactly?

Knowing full well there’s a massive pit ahead, yet she insists on jumping in—so stubbornly incorrigible, there’s truly no saving her.

She had made it clear to her last time.

Afterward, they’d each lead their own lives, meddling in her matters again, and she’d be a dog.

Keane Lowell noticed the gloom settling over her features.

He walked over to her, taking her clenched fists into his hands, embracing her from behind, "They’ve already left, no need to care about other people’s business."

His gentle, low voice instantly dispelled the shadow in her heart.

Claire Prescott turned to look at him, helplessly asking, "Is the municipal hospital owned by the Rivers Family?"

"Yes."

No wonder Uncle Lancaster’s attending physician kept raving to her, saying as long as she joined their hospital, she could name her terms and conditions.

Initially, she thought it was because the hospital treasured talent, but apparently, all of that was at Milton Rivers’s behest.

"Don’t let me see him again."

After venting, Claire Prescott gathered her emotions and followed Keane Lowell’s steps into the private box.

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