Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go-Chapter 191: Insomnia

Keane Lowell’s thin lips curled slightly as he gently pulled her into his arms, "What’s done is done, and sweetheart, you did wonderfully last night. So obedient."

Too sweet.

Claire Prescott shyly dodged, not wanting to hear.

"Really don’t remember? Let me help you recall a bit, okay? Otherwise, I might think it wasn’t you with me last night."

He soothed, warm breath spraying on her cheek, "You were truly stunning last night, I’m not lying."

Before she could respond, he was already holding her chin, sealing her lips, his precise arm pressing against her waist, pulling her irresistibly into the abyss of passion.

His sweet words were like a net enveloping her, keeping her from waking from his warmth and control.

She was only clad in an ill-fitting shirt.

His long fingers skillfully undoing her buttons, one after another...

The sunlight fell on the white curtains, faintly showing two intertwined silhouettes...

...

Utterly consumed.

Afterward, the man was so considerate, he helped her dress in every piece of clothing, and even carried her downstairs for breakfast, so affectionately that she could barely breathe.

The whole day, they were almost constantly in each other’s arms, even when he was working in the study.

She felt like an accessory he carried with him.

Until, just before sunset, The Lowell Family called, forcing them to separate.

She didn’t know what was said on the call but vaguely sensed a somber tone, though he did not show it in front of her.

Claire Prescott saw him to the door, where they embraced and shared a long kiss. He whispered tenderly in her ear, "Wait for me at home."

"Okay." She nodded, watching his car drive away.

Back inside alone, she quietly sat on the single sofa, suddenly feeling uneasy for some reason, a sense of foreboding.

The night rose silently, the moon as round and bright as it had been for the past few days.

The cold white headlights swept across the entrance of The Lowell Estate, and as the car stopped, someone came to open the door.

Keane Lowell’s figure looked especially dignified and steady in the elegant and deep courtyard.

Entering the main hall, nearly everyone from The Lowell Family was present, the room packed with people.

With Mid-Autumn approaching, tomorrow was Old Mrs. Lowell’s birthday banquet, and all relatives returning from afar were present. But tonight, what summoned him back was his father, Quentin Lowell.

Dinner had yet to start.

Quentin Lowell called him to the courtyard to talk about dismissing Sean Raymond.

But, it did not change Keane Lowell’s decision.

Lowell-Kystral Group was handed to him by his father.

His father vested the entire group’s power into him, focusing instead on overseeing forestry construction management for Kystral, never interfering in Lowell-Kystral Group’s affairs.

Now.

Probably Sean Raymond had complained, leading to the current situation.

After hearing the dismissal reason, Quentin Lowell had nothing to say, but there was still a distance between father and son, even as they sat facing each other in the undisturbed courtyard.

Quiet for a while.

Quentin Lowell suddenly mentioned, "You’re almost thirty, time to think about your marriage. I heard you’ve taken a liking to Jericho Prescott’s daughter. Are you serious, or is it just playful?"

Keane Lowell responded, "My future wife can only be her."

"You want to marry her, but it might not be easy."

"If The Lowell Family can’t accept her, then I’ll remain unmarried and be with her for life."

Quentin Lowell frowned, hardly believing these words came from him, sneered, "Be with her for life, do her family agree?"

Keane Lowell was silent.

Quentin Lowell continued, "The tech field you want in now, there is a shortcut. Director Quinn from Cyvex Technologies, you’ve met her, right? Her youngest granddaughter is yet unmarried, five years younger than you. Through family alliance with them, resource integration, your pressure will lighten."

"Commercial marriage isn’t something I’m considering. The only person I want to marry is Claire Prescott." Keane Lowell’s tone was unwavering, yet firm as a mountain. Though not negotiating, he exuded an aura that left no room for objection.

Quentin Lowell fell into silence.

Thought for a while, then spoke, "I’m only giving you advice, how to consider is up to you. Your mother and I were a commercial marriage, and aren’t we doing fine now?"

Keane Lowell made no response.

Because he knew, the truth was, his father pursued his mother for months to no avail, later competing rivals appeared, and he directly used a marriage contract to take her from the White Family.

Reportedly, they quarreled many times post-marriage.

As for happiness, it was their personal feeling, he had no right to inquire.

At this moment.

The younger generation came to call them inside for dinner.

Old Mrs. Lowell birthed two sons.

The younger son’s family had branched out, his grandson about to attend middle school. The older son, Quentin Lowell’s family was still quiet, not only did Quentin marry late, but his own son as well, nearly thirty.

In comparison.

Old Mrs. Lowell grew increasingly dissatisfied with Keane Lowell, inevitably recalling that young physician. Unable to help shaking her head, she ultimately said nothing.

The Lowell Family’s rule.

No talking during meals.

The family sat wordlessly around the table.

Until dinner concluded, Old Mrs. Lowell left Keane Lowell with a parting remark, "Bring Claire Prescott tomorrow night for the banquet."

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Upon hearing she had to attend Old Mrs. Lowell’s birthday banquet the next night, Claire Prescott lost sleep, tossing and turning in bed.

She was restless. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Keane Lowell was also sleepless, knowing clearly what she was anxious about now.

He pulled her back into his embrace, comforting as he stroked her hair, "Don’t overthink, sleep soundly."

Claire Prescott opened her eyes, "Can’t sleep, President Lowell. Just thinking about meeting your family tomorrow scares me."

"Don’t be afraid, I’m here, just stay by my side, no one would dare wrong you, not even my family."

These words had no effect, her heart still felt uneasy.

It was really too sudden, leaving her no time to prepare.

If his family rejected her publicly, she wouldn’t know how painful it would be or where to go from there.

Also fearing their relationship might break on family grounds.

"President Lowell, can I not go tomorrow? If your family acts rashly towards me, it’s over for us."

"What over? Don’t even think about it, Claire Prescott." His tone suddenly took a more serious edge.

Claire Prescott said nothing.

After a long while, she looked at him, furrowing her brow, confiding, "But, it’s really uncomfortable. I never used to be this anxious; knowing it’s a dangerous feast makes it feel like I’m walking into suffering."

"Then don’t go, it was my poor judgment."