Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go-Chapter 112: Let’s Call It Off

The other side.

Milton Rivers didn’t end up having dinner at the restaurant, walking out of the elevator with a cold expression, muttering under his breath, "Acting like a tyrant, if it weren’t for someone backing her, let’s see if she’d dare be so arrogant..."

He tightened his grip on Zara Leighton’s hand, focused on cursing, completely oblivious to the unhappy look on the person next to him.

No.

Since she met Claire Prescott, her face hadn’t been good.

Earlier, Claire had just glanced at her indifferently, never looking at her directly again.

Thinking of Claire’s coldness towards her, her heart felt as if something was tugging hard, uncomfortable and aching.

"It’s because of me that she treats you like that," Zara spoke, her steps gradually slowing before coming to a stop.

By then, they had already walked out of the restaurant, their figures caught between the interplay of light and dark, her once vibrant appearance instantly turning despondent and dull.

Milton frowned at her, intending to comfort her, "It’s not your fault."

Zara’s eyes reddened, "I told you long ago, she’s been very good to me, and because she’s close to me, the trouble I caused eventually all came back to her."

"Do you know how many people surrounded her when we checked the surveillance, do you know what that thug did to her when he dragged her to a blind spot? That was supposed to be my burden, and she never blamed me once."

"What gives you the right to speak about her like that?"

"Even if she has Keane Lowell backing her, that’s her good fortune, even if she never has to work again, I’d be happy for her."

Zara’s emotions spiraled out of control at his constant accusations, tears pouring from her eyes like a breached dam.

"Milton Rivers, you were born with a silver spoon, never knowing the pains of poverty, you simply can’t empathize with me, nor can you understand my feelings for Claire. Others treat me like dirt and garbage, but she’s the only one who considers me human. Since you claim to love me, you shouldn’t speak about her like that."

Milton took a deep breath and reassured her, "Alright, I won’t mention her again."

Zara evaded his touch, and amidst her inner struggle, she finally voiced her thoughts, "We should end this."

The words fell.

It was visibly clear, Milton’s face clouded over, "Just because I said a few words about her, you want to break up with me?"

Zara looked at him through tear-blurred eyes, choking, "That’s just one of the reasons."

"Getting involved with you was my mistake. I regret it, even if you can break off the engagement with the Thorne Family, I, no matter how hard I try, will never be able to be with you, and it’s too painful to live with that fear and uncertainty. I don’t want to endure it anymore."

"Milton Rivers, let’s break up."

Milton forced a cold smile.

Ultimately, she wanted to break up just because he spoke a few words about Claire Prescott.

"The reason for breaking up is too absurd, I disagree," he said in a low voice, leaving her alone and returning to his car.

Clearly avoiding it.

The green figure appeared frail and desolate in the dreary night, like a leaf falling with the wind, not knowing where it would be blown.

...

...

On the way back to Azure Court.

The young girl leaned restlessly against the car seat.

Ever since she saw Zara, and without speaking to her, she had been in this state, with her eyes aimlessly wandering without a focus.

As long as he didn’t start a conversation, she could remain silent indefinitely.

Even when the car stopped at the entrance, she hadn’t snapped out of it.

The night breeze was cool.

Azure Court was deserted.

The large villa was dark, only the streetlights and wall lamps gently illuminating the atmosphere.

Keane Lowell got out of the car before her, leisurely walking around the back to her side, opening the car door she was at.

Claire Prescott was momentarily stunned, only reacting upon realizing they had arrived.

She unbuckled the seatbelt and was about to get out of the car when the man’s figure leaned in, causing her to instinctively retreat. Without warning, he caught her lips in a kiss.

The scent of cedar engulfed her like mist, lingering around her nose.

Her eyes widened in confusion, her body tensing up, unsure whether to respond to his kiss or not.

After a brief hesitation.

The man, with amazing strength, lifted her effortlessly from the car.

Kissing her while carrying her towards the house.

He didn’t even bother to turn on the lights when they entered, instead parting her legs to sit on the sofa and continue kissing.

The indoor temperature silently adjusted itself, and their figures submerged in the pitch darkness.

Claire felt like she was in a daze from his kisses, her heart racing uncontrollably.

Though she couldn’t see him, she could clearly feel the unusual heat of his body, like a drought meeting rain, parting her lips.

Gradually.

He stirred her emotions, a tingling warmth spread from her heart, condensing into a hot flow that traveled from her abdomen downward.

She instantly blushed, quickly coming to her senses, dodging his kiss.

"I’m still on my period."

"I know, I won’t touch you," he murmured, his heated breath curling around her, as if wanting to melt her.

"Then don’t tease me either..."

However.

Before she could finish her sentence, he sealed her voice with another kiss.

Accepting her fate, Claire closed her eyes, clinging to his shoulders, responding in kind.

Outside, all was fine; receiving her gift didn’t trigger such a reaction, making her uncertain where his sudden fire came from.

As they continued kissing, at some point, the buttons of his shirt became undone.

During a break for air, he gently called her name in a voice warm and deep.

"Claire."

After a pause, she responded with a murmur, breathing out of control.

He then said, "Kiss me."

Two deep, low words filled with temptation and desire, seeming to lead her into an abyss.

His original intention was to use kissing as a means to bring her back to her senses, forbidding her from thinking or caring about others’ affairs. But as soon as he tasted her flavor, her soft warmth, it caused him to lose control, unable to stop.

Knowing full well she was still on her period and shouldn’t be moved by her.

But...

Obviously, this was beyond his control.

Amid the hazy darkness, Claire looked at his silhouette, somewhat at a loss, "How do I kiss?"

"The way I used to kiss you, kiss me back like that."

"..."

Claire was momentarily speechless.

It inexplicably felt like bargaining to her.

She steadied herself.

Though unsure why he suddenly became this way, she tried to caress him in her own way, gently gliding from the tip of his nose down to his long neck, lingering.

She softly held his Adam’s apple.

But it slipped away.

Claire chased his lips, her hair inadvertently brushing across his exposed chest, causing him to groan, suddenly flipping and pressing her onto the sofa.

She looked at him with apprehension in his moment of desire, her heart pounding heavily against her chest, "You’re playing with fire."