Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go-Chapter 160: What She Wants, He Can’t Give

Enduring with difficulty.

Only when it concluded did she finally breathe a sigh of relief, weakly leaning against him, her sweat-drenched forehead pressed against him, feeling sticky and uncomfortable.

"Auntie Susan isn’t here, is she?" she guessed, already having the answer in her heart.

He, being such a composed person, cared about propriety. His unrestrained behavior earlier must mean he had already asked Auntie Susan to leave while she was unaware.

He didn’t respond for a while, which was telling.

"You say I’m bad, but you’re the truly bad one." she murmured.

Keane Lowell chuckled softly, glanced down at her, kissed her lips, and coaxed her: "It’s just the two of us this time, I’ll be gentler."

Claire Prescott felt it.

As he opened the drawer, she genuinely understood what it means to say that a man’s heart is unfathomable.

Every place in the villa where things could be placed had things, in the car, study, bathroom, cinema room, even the bustling living room had them, ready for him at any moment.

In the daylight, she saw more clearly how strong his desire was, his deep and intense eyes seemed ready to devour her, efficiently consuming her entirely.

Clearly, they were both exerting effort, yet he didn’t seem tired at all.

...

The next day.

Keane Lowell personally took her back to Sinclair Apothecary, and upon stopping, pulled her into his arms for a moment.

The sound of their kisses echoed clearly in her ears, as stimulating as ever, her ears felt like they were burning.

Perhaps it was because they hadn’t seen each other for many days, they clung tightly, wishing to merge into one another.

Claire Prescott was breathless from his kisses, and as she gently pushed him away, Keane met her watery eyes, slowly kissed away the remaining moisture on her lips.

"Call me whenever you miss me."

Claire Prescott asked: "Do you have a lot of work this week?"

Keane replied calmly: "After this month ends, I’ll have a bit more time."

"Alright then." Claire Prescott calmed herself for a moment, finally pecked his face, "Then I’ll go back to Sinclair Apothecary now, remember to think of me every day."

Keane’s thin lips spread into a gentle smile, even as she reached to open the car door, he still embraced her waist, showing no intention of letting her go, "Let’s hold each other a little longer."

Claire Prescott reminded: "It’s almost late."

"There’s still three minutes left, it takes less than ten seconds to go in from here."

So ultimately, he truly only gave her ten seconds.

The precious moments spent together left her still yearning for his warmth and presence after returning to her clinic, now more reluctant to part than ever before.

When the first patient arrived, the emptiness in her heart was gradually covered by work.

But during idle moments, she would still think of the feud between their families every now and then.

Though understanding everything now left her not as confused and anxious as before.

Even if her father came to force her and berate her, she was not afraid, because here was Sinclair Apothecary, with her grandparents protecting her.

However.

When she returned in the afternoon, she learned that her father had come earlier in the morning, bringing many expensive items, and even gave Septima a credit card with unlimited funds.

Upon seeing Claire Prescott return, Septima handed her the card.

Claire naturally did not accept it, telling her to keep it for herself.

She couldn’t help but think.

If the old doctor were present, her father certainly wouldn’t have been able to leave it so smoothly, he would have been scolded sternly.

After all, she had seen the old doctor reprimand her father before; perhaps that was why her father deliberately avoided him, coming when he was at work, and gave the card to the always soft-hearted Septima.

The next day.

At Sinclair Apothecary she saw Assistant Lowe, who had been at her father’s side for years.

He was there to deliver a gown to her.

Her father wanted her to accompany him to a project’s groundbreaking ceremony at four in the afternoon, and to attend a banquet with him in the evening.

It was too sudden.

She had no mental preparation at all.

Seeing her unease and resistance.

Assistant Lowe comforted: "Miss, the amusement park project is specially designed by the chairman to compensate for the loss in your childhood."

Claire Prescott’s expression uncontrollably darkened, feeling no gratitude, instead curtly replying: "He never asked my opinion before doing these things, he never truly knows what I want."

"What you want, he can’t give."

Claire Prescott tightened her fist, furrowing her brow, "I have work to do in the afternoon, and no time to attend what he calls a monument of fatherly love."

Assistant Lowe persuaded: "The chairman does these things out of genuine love for you, not superficial gestures; he cares for you even more than for Young President Prescott."

Cares...

All these years, aside from controlling her and scolding her, there was nothing else.

The deepest memory was when her father fell ill and hit her, losing control, wishing to drag everyone into hell.

Actually.

She had experienced fatherly love before, and enjoyed the bliss and warmth of the three of them as a family, but after her mother’s death, everything changed.

As she matured, she gradually understood.

Her father loved her mother immensely then, but mistake him for having an illegitimate child with another woman and failed to protect her mother.

Thinking of this.

Her throat tightened, "He could’ve done better than these gestures, like making a meal I love. Last time, he managed to make soup, and it tasted awful."

Assistant Lowe paused, unsure of what to say.

Not to mention cooking is just an ordinary task, it seems quite challenging for someone accustomed to luxury and never working with their hands to cook.

The young girl was dressed elegantly, stacks of medical books and ancient texts filled the walls behind her, adding to her scholarly aura, contrasting with other pampered ladies who were superficial.

Although her desires were simple, if the chairman’s wife were alive, perhaps, simply a normal life would make everything more perfect for her. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

Putting aside that topic for now, he changed the subject, "Well, Miss, you don’t have time in the afternoon, but maybe you’re free in the evening?"

"I’m not free then either."

Assistant Lowe was completely lost.

While he was thinking of what to say, a mother rushed in with a baby in her arms.

Before they could react, the mother knelt directly before Claire Prescott.

Claire quickly tried to help her up, but couldn’t manage, her whole body was tense, emotionally collapsed as she cried out.

"Dr. Prescott, I beg you, save my son, he’s almost gone."

Claire couldn’t bear her crying and kneeling, feeling choked inside, comforting her: "Please calm down, stand up and we’ll discuss it."

Assistant Lowe hurriedly moved a chair over.

Only after she sat down did her emotions slightly stabilize, yet her crying did not stop.

The baby in her arms was wrapped in layers of warm cloth, his tiny head was pale and quietly lay in his mother’s arms, weak and anemic.

Claire Prescott asked steadily, "What’s wrong with the little one?"