Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go-Chapter 182: Learned Something New?

Little Seven’s tender and youthful voice came from where it was perched on the beam: "Sweetheart, sweetheart."

Claire Prescott glanced at it.

This bird was truly smart; it even acted as her spy at critical moments.

"What were they saying about me?"

Seeing the two of them exchanging meaningful glances, the old doctor, feeling embarrassed on her behalf, remarked, "Young girls need to learn to be a bit more reserved."

Claire Prescott pressed her lips together, shifting her gaze modestly away from Keane Lowell, putting some distance between them.

The old doctor said nothing further, got up, and hugged a blanket as he went inside.

He was deep and profound.

One could hardly discern his mood.

But Claire Prescott was already used to seeing this expression of his and assumed it was because of her lack of reserve. She didn’t sense anything was amiss.

However.

Keane Lowell sensed something.

Earlier that afternoon, he saw Jericho Prescott visiting. There was a good chance that Grandfather already knew about the grudges between the Prescott and Lowell families, which is why he had such a heartfelt conversation with him tonight.

He understood, too.

They treasured their granddaughter, couldn’t bear to see her suffer, and were even more worried she wouldn’t be happy marrying into the Lowell Family.

He turned to Septima and said, "Grandmother, I’ll head back now. You all should get some rest early."

Septima smiled and said, "Alright."

Claire Prescott prepared to follow, bidding farewell to Septima, "Grandmother, I won’t be home tomorrow. I’m leaving with Keane Lowell."

Septima’s smile faded slightly: "Remember what I just told you."

Claire Prescott’s expression faltered, "I got it."

Without lingering, Claire Prescott grabbed her phone and modestly followed behind Keane Lowell, leaving through the side door.

As soon as she got in the car, without needing a prompt, the young lady instinctively moved over, sitting on his lap, a faint, delicate fragrance wafting over, light and enchanting.

Imitating what her grandfather often said, he gently remarked, "Be modest."

Claire Prescott’s expression softened. She hugged him without a care, "Just like being close to you, can’t bear to be apart for even a moment."

Her clear voice reached his ears, sweetness filling his heart.

Unable to hold back, he hugged her tighter, his voice low as he instructed the driver ahead, "Drive slowly."

In fact.

There was no need to remind; the driver was already driving slowly. Whenever they shared a seat, he would give such an instruction.

The two nestled together, their warmth intertwining.

After a short while.

Feeling hot, Keane Lowell took off his suit jacket and placed it on the seat beside him.

"It’s easy to catch a cold with the change of seasons," Claire Prescott reminded.

"Not with you here."

"..."

Although.

She still preferred how he looked in a shirt. He looked good in a suit too, but the aura was too overpowering, giving off an impression that reason dominated everything.

Keane Lowell pulled her back into his embrace, asking her, "What did Grandmother say to you?"

Looking at his shadowed, deep, and mature face, Claire Prescott casually replied, "She told me not to make a baby with you before marriage."

After speaking, she couldn’t help but blush a little.

Keane Lowell was silent for a moment, then earnestly said, "We’ll take precautions, don’t worry."

"When Grandmother talked to me about it, I wanted to find a hole to crawl into. I really can’t handle family bringing such things out in the open."

Keane Lowell chuckled softly, teasing her, "Having been through so much, how are you still so easily embarrassed? Remember when I helped you with your under..."

Claire Prescott silenced him with a kiss.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

And just like that, a wave of emotions seemed to break free and envelop them completely.

She took the opportunity to kiss him, found the partition switch, and pressed it down, even skillfully leading a kiss from gentle to deep, mimicking his way, tracing the wetness on his lips.

Keane Lowell realized belatedly.

When his gaze met hers, full of allure yet assertive, his voice unconsciously lowered, full of meaning, "Learned some new skills, huh?"

"Who’d warm up a bra and hand it over for someone else to wear?" Claire Prescott hit the mark, whispering in his ear that he was being hypocritical.

At this moment.

She wasn’t afraid at all.

He often teased her about blushing easily and would joke when she was genuinely expressing her feelings.

Keane Lowell let out a laugh.

It was evident that she had indeed grown, and he just loved this vibrant personality of hers, just as much as when she was shy.

It’s just the feeling he liked was different.

One was intense, the other a more subdued thrill.

Both made him uncontrollably want to claim her as his own.

His large hand rested on her lower abdomen, returning to the main topic, "If by chance it happens, don’t worry, make sure to tell me right away. I’ll take responsibility for you and the baby."

Speaking of pregnancy.

Claire Prescott pushed his hand away in refusal, "Can’t let that happen, just be responsible for me."

She’s only twenty-three, still wants to enjoy life and has no intention of nurturing a life.

Keane Lowell hummed in agreement, "I’ll listen to you."

In truth.

He had no plans for children either and even thought they’d be a nuisance, preferring to enjoy their world of two.

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Before October arrived.

Sinclair Apothecary was already preparing for epidemic prevention, having purchased a large batch of medicinal herbs for it.

Viruses spread easily in cooler temperatures, and October to February is the prime flu season.

Of course, there’s a lot of uncertainty; no one can tell if there will be a flu outbreak this year or if the virus will mutate.

Regardless, their clinic is on the front line and can’t afford to be slack.

As before, that’s how they had always done.

After inventorying the herbs, Tiger went to Claire Prescott’s office and asked, "Sister Claire, the herbs have arrived, should we still prepare sachets for prevention according to the ’Thousand Gold Prescription’ this year?"

"Prepare the sachets as per usual quantity. As for incense, it’s a different matter. The smoke is too irritating for patients with asthma or poor lung health. I’m still thinking of ways to improve it."

"Okay."

Tiger responded and went back to the counter, opening to the folded pages of Simon Sagan’s "Thousand Gold Prescription" to work with the bodyguard brother. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

After work that day.

Claire Prescott found Miss Cheney, an heir of an incense tradition, and contacted her, consulting a few questions over the phone.

Miss Cheney asked her, "Are you using the aroma of herbs for prevention?"

"Yes."

Soon, she provided a method, "You can try the steam method with separated water."

Separated water steaming?

Claire Prescott pondered a moment, asking her, "I wonder if I could bring the herbs over to consult you in person."

Miss Cheney readily agreed, "Of course you can."

"When would be convenient for you?"

"You doctors are busy, come when it’s convenient for you, or I can come to your clinic. But during National Day, I won’t be available, I’ve planned a trip with my family."

Claire Prescott glanced at the calendar.

National Day starts the day after tomorrow, leaving only tomorrow.

She thought for a moment, and said, "Would you be available tomorrow? I could come over."

"Tomorrow works, I’ll send you the address."