Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go-Chapter 136: Is Your Childhood Friend a Boy or a Girl
As she spoke, Claire let go of Keane Lowell’s hand, turned around, and walked towards Iris Yates, directly saying, "I’m leaving with my boyfriend. Next time, I’ll introduce you two."
Iris looked up and met the man’s deep, unwavering gaze.
Today, she finally saw what the older guy looked like, and truly understood why Claire once joked about taking him to meet the class teacher and how fitting it truly was.
Good looks aside, that aura was unbelievably intimidating.
The class teacher once dared to lecture him for so long in front of him, which required immense courage.
However,
When he looked at Claire, his eyes were full of gentle tenderness.
But when he looked at her, something felt off.
Realizing this point,
Iris turned to Claire Prescott, "Did your boyfriend think I was a rival?"
Claire’s expression froze for a moment, soon realizing what Keane Lowell’s words meant, and was puzzled about why he kissed her in front of her childhood friend.
She calmly answered, "No worries, I’ll explain to him later."
"His possessiveness is quite strong; he’s not going to restrict who you befriend, is he?"
Claire shook her head, "No, don’t worry."
"Okay, I’m heading off now."
"Alright, take care on the road."
The next moment, Iris tapped on the windshield, started the engine, and left like a gust of wind.
As a result, when the wind roared past, only the two of them remained quietly outside the hot pot restaurant.
They exchanged glances for a while.
Claire walked over to him and naturally opened the passenger door and sat in the car.
After just finishing the hot pot, her whole body smelled like it. As soon as she got in the car, she smelled it too, so she reached out to lower the car’s air conditioning.
She couldn’t help but muse, "It’s been a while since I sat in your passenger seat."
Keane glanced at her, his voice deep and magnetic, "What’s different?"
Claire replied, "The experience is different."
Sitting here, she could more clearly see the man’s calm demeanor, where everything seemed to be under his control, and his every move carried a certain gracefulness.
Yet the man pursued, not letting go, wanting her to elaborate.
Claire pondered for a moment and said to him, "The view is a bit wider."
At a stoplight, Keane glanced at the white helmet she had been holding on her lap.
Although informed by the bodyguards at Sinclair Apothecary that the young lady was acting intimately with a man and then drove off with him on a motorcycle, when he heard about it, he couldn’t help but feel a bit uneasy.
But he quickly calmed down.
He shouldn’t doubt the relationship he has with Claire.
Besides, given her character, she would never engage in such intimate actions with another man in public; there must be something else going on.
He trusts her, but he still wants to see for himself and solve the mystery.
Having just seen her, he noticed nothing unusual.
So at this moment, he asked, "Is your childhood friend a guy or a girl?"
At his words,
Claire couldn’t suppress her smile, asking him in return, "What do you think?"
Seeing her expression, Keane had already come to a conclusion, and the doubts in his mind were resolved.
Claire asked, "You wouldn’t have thought I did something to betray you, and that’s why you came to confront me, would you?"
Keane reached out to ruffle her hair, "No, I trust you."
"You say that nicely, but my childhood friend just thought you saw her as a rival."
"Nonsense."
Claire didn’t dispute further on this issue, speaking softly, "She just returned home for the summer break; when we have time, I’ll introduce you two."
"Okay."
Before the light turned green, Keane asked with concern, "Are you cold?"
"No, I’m not."
Later, all the way to Azure Court, they didn’t speak much.
When getting off the car, Claire dabbed herself with mosquito repellent and took out a small fan, pulling the man along for a walk.
After that hearty hot pot dinner, they needed to digest a bit.
The courtyard was large, and the entire path had only the two of them. Above them were dense, shadowy branches, with street lamps softly emitting a faint yellow light, creating a dreamy beauty.
"When did you learn to ride a motorcycle?" Keane suddenly asked.
"You..." Claire’s voice paused, her mind racing as she guessed, "Did you see me drive on the road again?"
"Didn’t see."
Then...
"Did Brother Lee tell you?"
At the time she left Sinclair Apothecary, Brother Lee’s expression seemed off, but she was too engrossed in reuniting with Iris to think much of it.
Reflecting now, the first question the man asked when he saw her was about it, most likely due to Brother Lee mistakenly thinking Iris was a boy and tattling on her.
The man didn’t respond for a while.
Even though he didn’t say it directly, she figured it out.
She didn’t dwell on the matter, holding his wrist while they strolled forward, explaining, "I learned it the summer after the college entrance exam."
Perhaps the night was exceptionally tranquil and pleasant, making her voice naturally gentle, "That summer, I did a lot of things I hadn’t tried before, like hot air ballooning, skydiving, bungee jumping—all those things. I remember I made a list at the time, but some things only felt worthwhile trying once, though there was a slight regret that I’m not a good swimmer, so I never tried any water sports and could only watch them play from the shore."
Keane listened and furrowed his brows.
Skydiving, bungee jumping...
Which of those isn’t an aviation extreme sport?
And these, he never touched, nor would The Lowell Family ever allow him to.
Back then, she was young, a delicate little girl—even if during puberty she was somewhat rebellious—he never imagined she’d have such guts.
"Were you scared before jumping?"
"The first time I jumped, I hesitated a bit, but it wasn’t as terrifying as imagined."
So, there was fear.
Afraid of water, unwilling to try water sports; why choose aerial extremes, clearly fearing them, yet still daring?
Is it related to her mother’s death?
"Claire," Keane called her name, abruptly stopping, looking seriously at her.
Claire responded with a soft "hmm," looking at him, confused.
Keane spoke, "Can you promise me not to do any more extreme sports in the future?"
The dim light deepened on him, his sharply knit brows, gentle tone but serious expression, slender figure carrying a subtle pressure.
She had merely mentioned it casually, not expecting it sounded so grave to him.
She understood he was worried.
She slid down his arm, interlocking fingers, and walked forward, saying lightly, "I promise you, I won’t do it again."
The promise came lightly, appearing perfunctory to Keane.
"How credible is that?"
Claire answered, "One hundred percent."
"Don’t worry, I’m not a child anymore."
