Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go-Chapter 177: His Lowest Point

"Grandpa, Keane Lowell treats me quite..."

Claire Prescott hadn’t finished her sentence before the old doctor interrupted, "I’ll speak with him, don’t butt in."

She immediately fell silent and glanced at Keane Lowell.

At the same time, under the table, Keane Lowell took her hand and placed it on his leg soothingly.

In the past.

They had met and exchanged words before.

Since there’s been no opposition to them being together until now, this meeting should yield the same result.

It’s just more formal this time; the elder can’t help but be earnest.

He understands.

The old doctor continued: "Businessmen care too much about profit; in any relationship, they always consider their interests first. I initially disagreed with her finding a businessman, but fate brought you together, and you’ve been involved for some time now, so I have nothing much to say. I have taught her to see people at their lowest, though I don’t know if she listened."

Keane Lowell responded, "Senior Sinclair, rest assured, I can guarantee that no matter the circumstances, Claire will always be my priority, and I will cherish her."

Septima Sterling watched the scene unfold.

Knowing her old companion’s temperament, she could understand him.

Regardless of whether Claire found a businessman, he would always say such things. After all, Claire had been raised by them since childhood, and they wouldn’t feel at ease handing her over to anyone.

But she did not contradict him.

Indeed, some words should be appropriately said; a few remarks in advance were sufficient, ultimately focusing on the granddaughter’s feelings was most important.

Moreover.

One’s upbringing and character can’t be fabricated; she found this young man, Keane Lowell, quite satisfactory.

"Alright, a whole table full of dishes, Keane Lowell is here as my guest, let’s not scare him off." She spoke to diffuse the situation and used communal chopsticks to serve him dishes.

The atmosphere warmed considerably.

Septima Sterling chatted a bit about family matters and recounted events from her granddaughter’s childhood at Sinclair Apothecary.

Through to after the meal, there was no pressure.

The old doctor eventually took the initiative to brew tea for guests and invited him to play chess.

Claire Prescott retrieved a piece of clothing to drape over the old doctor.

The old doctor then instructed, "It’s getting chilly, find a piece of clothing I don’t wear for Keane Lowell, we don’t want him to catch a cold with the changing seasons."

Claire Prescott glanced at Keane Lowell, then turned to leave.

The old doctor’s clothes surely wouldn’t fit him, and there were no other men’s clothes in the house.

Suddenly, she remembered something.

She turned and ran upstairs, found the suit he had left there long ago, which she had yet to return, and brought it down for him.

Keane Lowell took it, paused for a moment, and glanced at her meaningfully before slowly putting it on.

Seeing the suit fit him so well, the old doctor realized it wasn’t his attire but said nothing, continuing to observe the chess game.

Silently.

Claire Prescott moved a chair closer, sitting obediently next to her grandpa, watching the chess game while peeling an orange, frowning when she tasted a sour segment, she set it aside and left it uneaten.

The chess game lasted for quite some time, with the old doctor emerging victorious.

The old doctor smiled joyfully and sighed, "Young man, you’re still a bit green."

Keane Lowell chuckled along, "My chess skills are lacking, forgive my inadequacies."

Claire Prescott watched everything, exchanged glances with the man, conveying messages without words.

At this point, she spoke up, interrupting them, "Grandpa, let’s call it a day; you have work tomorrow, you should rest early."

Finally stopping his pastime, the old doctor conceded, "Come visit again when you have the time, and you should rest early too."

"Alright."

With a final reminder, the old doctor stood and swayed back into the house with his hands behind his back.

In the space that remained between the two of them, a cunning glimmer flashed in Claire Prescott’s eyes as she offered him a piece of the earlier discarded orange.

While helping clean up the chess pieces, she intentionally asked, "Is it sweet?"

Keane Lowell gazed at her, chewed a few times before swallowing, maintaining an expressionless face, calmly stating, "Sweet."

Claire Prescott froze momentarily, glancing at him, feeling as though his deep and intense gaze stirred her heart into disarray, her heartbeat quickening.

She said nothing more.

After packing up the chess pieces and taking him to say goodbye to Grandma, she personally escorted him out.

It was near ten o’clock at night, the alley almost deserted, streetlights softly illuminating the scene.

She glanced at his face, shrouded in the moonlit night, opened her mouth intending to tease him about being unfazed by sourness, yet before uttering a word, his kiss fell upon her.

Unable to restrain the urge, which started at the moment she fed him the sour orange, Keane Lowell under the moonlight embraced her, guiding her into a shared kiss.

Instinctively, Claire Prescott returned the hug, grasping tightly at his suit, seeking to dispel the tingling sensations that arose.

The lingering kiss did not last long.

Keane Lowell exercised restraint, releasing her, his forehead resting against hers, slowly calming his desire for her alone.

The longer he held her, the stronger his passion grew.

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he gently asked, "Come back with me to Azure Court?"

Claire Prescott shook her head, "If I go with you, my grandfather will definitely say I’m not being reserved."

"Then tomorrow you can go back and tell him that I kidnapped you."

Upon hearing this.

Claire Prescott’s eyes widened a bit, looking at him in disbelief.

The next moment, Keane Lowell kissed her lips one last time with restraint, then carried her to sit in the passenger seat, locked her house’s door, and drove all the way back to Azure Court.

It was during the journey that Claire Prescott remembered the argument she had with him in the afternoon.

Only.

At this moment, her mood seemed incapable of empathizing with the self sitting here being fiercely kissed by him, perhaps because she had taken a nap, or maybe because she had already forgiven him before sleeping.

There was no one in the villa, and the lights were off.

When being led inside by Keane Lowell, the sudden heat rushed in as soon as the lights were turned on.

Her entire body was lifted by Keane Lowell, kissed with every step, steadily climbing the stairs, heading straight to the bathroom...

...

In a bathtub filled with bubbles, Keane Lowell turned her head over to kiss her, continuing the lingering taste from before.

Claire Prescott turned around, leaning into his embrace, her voice soft and clear, "You’ve promised so much in front of my grandparents. What if things go wrong in the future?"

Her eyes were moist and captivating, her hair styled into a high, full bun, stray hairs artfully messy, and the blush on her face added a hint of allure to her purity.

Keane Lowell looked at her with tender eyes, unconsciously raising a hand to caress her face, "Afraid I won’t follow through?"

"Grandpa said to see your lowest point. I saw it today." Claire Prescott looked at him intently, continuing, "Very jealous, possessive, easily gets angry, and..."

"And what else?"

"Very vigorous." Claire Prescott’s eyelashes fluttered, and her face seemed to redden more.

Keane Lowell chuckled, suddenly straightening up, holding her soft and delicate body, kissing her lips, "Isn’t that a good thing?"

Claire Prescott quickly regained her composure, asking him, "Does this mean I can’t have male friends in the future?"

"I won’t control your friendships, just stay away from any single men who are interested in you."

"..." Claire Prescott was speechless, asking him in return, "Haven’t I always done that?"

This question left him speechless.

After a moment of silence, he admitted his indeed strong possessiveness over her.

Claire Prescott was helpless, "Not to mention the possessiveness issue; your tendency to get angry with me is quite annoying. I can’t stand that cold face you show me."

She lowered her gaze, "Every time you act that way, I start to doubt if you love me anymore."

Keane Lowell’s eyes suddenly deepened, gradually taking in her expression, "Is that what you care about?"

Claire Prescott didn’t answer.

He embraced her tighter, coaxing her, "I do love you, darling."

And at this moment.

He kissed her lips again, parting her legs.

While moving, he spoke with restraint, "But darling, I’ve never heard you say you love me."

As he released her, her soft moan sounded without any hindrance.

Keane Lowell suddenly paused, asking by her ear, "Claire, do you love me?"

Claire Prescott bit his shoulder painfully, unable to recover from a vast blankness, hearing him insist, "Claire, say you love me."

She even felt him deliberately stirring her emotions, plunging her into a more unbearable dilemma.

She didn’t understand why he was so intent on hearing her profess love.

But she still tried to open her mouth, weakly saying, "I love you, President Lowell."

Keane Lowell curled his lips, warmly coaxing, "How about taking a leave tomorrow morning?"

...

...

The next day.

A morning leave was taken.

Claire Prescott was wrapped tightly, holding a bouquet of flowers as she returned to Sinclair Apothecary. As she entered, Tiger called out to her.

"Sister Claire, your friend came looking for you this morning."

"Which friend?" Claire Prescott asked.

Tiger recalled the name, "If I remember correctly, his name is Chase Chambers. He’s been here two or three times before."

"What did he want with me?"

Tiger replied, "He said he’s leaving Kystral and wanted to see you one last time."

Claire Prescott immediately recalled him saying he was only back for the holidays, nodded, acknowledging, then returned to her clinic.

Afterward, she took her phone out of her pocket, found Chase Chambers’ WeChat, typed [Safe travels], and sent it.

After that.

She went back to work, arranging the flowers nicely in a vase.