Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go-Chapter 32: First Kiss

"Six years ago, I lost a game and found someone to complete a task, but he played tricks on me, not only did I lose a dollar, but he also ruined our gathering. Do you think I suffered a loss?"

Her voice was clear, even with a hint of complaint, it remained melodious.

She finally decided to be honest.

Keane’s eyes gradually softened, "Blame him for not fulfilling the promise?"

"Blame this promise for hanging over me, wanting to find him and get that dollar back but couldn’t find him."

With those words.

She extended her palm towards him, "Return that dollar to me completely."

"The money is already gone. But..." Keane’s deep voice drew out a lingering sentiment, "I can repay you in another way, with any interest you want."

"What..."

Inexplicably, Claire felt her heart tremble.

The man gazed at her deeply, his eyes like bottomless vortices, as if poised to engulf her.

Instinctively, she wanted to retreat.

But his hand was faster, wrapping around her waist, gently pulling them closer, like vines, tender yet powerful, constricting her.

Not giving her much time to think, the man placed his hand on the side of her neck, leaned down, and kissed her lips.

Claire’s eyes widened, she held her breath immediately.

Her heart felt as if entangled by countless tendrils, violently contracting and beating, almost drowning, only his warmth was intensely felt.

His lips...

Before she could properly feel them.

Keane restrained himself and released her lips, they stared at each other, revealing hints of indistinct affection.

Under the meteor shower, the night sky was poetic, in the dim shadows, the young doctor’s eyes were bright and captivating, yet her face was intensely hot.

"Being so afraid, how did you dare to approach me back then?"

Claire retorted defiantly, "So you kissed me just now to fulfill the promise made back then?"

Her voice was tense, yet when relaxed, it was thin and soft.

Keane curled his lips and asked back, "Was it five seconds just now?"

"..."

In that situation, who could split their attention to count seconds?

Claire looked at him angrily and said, "Yes."

"Nonsense." Keane’s voice was slow, seriously correcting, "It was less than five seconds."

Upon hearing this.

Claire felt her face grow even hotter, unable to withstand his gaze.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, too shy to make eye contact with him.

Less than five seconds...

So does he need to kiss back again?

No matter if he is fulfilling a promise or not, anyhow, that was her first kiss, which she already gave to him.

Looking back now, the feeling was still quite intricate, his breath was clean, his lips were soft, warm, kissing him felt very comfortable.

Being kissed by him once more wouldn’t be much of a loss.

However...

In the wild mountains, a grand meteor shower quickly vanished, a beam of blinding light pointed directly at them.

It was a flashlight from a stranger, accidentally shining on them.

The person quickly apologized and walked past them.

Claire awkwardly stepped away from his embrace and said to him, "Let’s go back too."

...

The rooms were adjacent.

Before she went in, Keane handed her a set of clothes, "Will you be scared staying alone?"

Claire paused for a moment and asked, "What if I say yes?"

"Then I’ll have to stay and accompany you."

In the corridor, the wall lamp shimmered crystal clear, reflected in his affectionate peach blossom eyes, exuding an indescribable tenderness and charm.

Deeply enticing.

Claire suddenly snapped out of it, hurriedly saying, "I was joking, you’re next door; I won’t be scared."

The man relaxed, "Then get some rest early, call me if you’re scared."

"Okay, shall I close the door now?"

"Mm."

Claire gently closed the door.

...

The next morning upon waking, Claire saw a message from Keane.

She went to the bathroom and changed into the outfit the man prepared for her.

The lotus long dress was as white as snow, the lingerie fit her chest line, comfortably snug.

Claire’s tender face turned slightly red, and she slowly tied the waist belt.

After freshening up, she left the room.

However.

While waiting for the elevator, she overheard two girls talking next to her.

"The girl who confessed last night, once she went into the hotel, never appeared again. Maybe she was whispering sweet nothings all night with the one she likes."

"Who knows, as the saying goes, a woman’s pursuit of a man is like a veil. That girl last night was young and voluptuous, which man wouldn’t like her. In the wilderness, emotions rise quickly, maybe the man wants her body."

Such conversation led to many wild imaginations.

Claire couldn’t help but interject, "Speculating maliciously about others like this is probably not right."

The two looked at her, their gazes suddenly halted, revealing a glimpse of amazement.

The young girl was graceful and poised, wearing a white lotus pleated dress that looked especially ethereal, her brows and eyes clear and lingual, conveying a subtle poetic charm, purely captivating.

It was impossible to look away.

With a ding, the elevator door opened, Claire stepped inside.

She glanced at those still standing outside.

Ignoring them, she pressed the button and rode the elevator down alone.

The minor interruption did not ruin her mood.

Guided by a waiter, she found Keane.

From afar, she saw him holding a laptop sitting under the parasol working, and Assistant Cheney standing beside him, reporting work.

Would walking over disturb them?

Thinking for a moment, she stood far away from them for a while.

Her gaze unintentionally swept over, spotting a slowly crawling centipede under her feet.

She calmly shifted two steps sideways, contemplating whether to spare it when her phone chimed, receiving a message from Keane.

[Come over]

The short two words carried a hidden sense of pressure.

Claire lifted her gaze and met his eyes; from a distance, it was hard to see clearly.

She grasped her phone and started walking towards him.

"What are you doing there alone?" Keane’s gaze fell precisely on her.

Claire sat in the chair beside him, "I just saw a centipede there and thought about catching it for medicine."

She immediately freed both hands, gesturing the length to him, "A centipede this long, it’s quite rare, I feel it’s almost becoming a spirit."

Listening to this description, Assistant Cheney inevitably felt uneasy, glancing down to check for any unusual things.

Keane’s lips revealed a light smile and asked, "Not afraid of it?"

Claire replied, "There’s nothing to be afraid of."

"Assistant Cheney."

Being called suddenly by Keane made Assistant Cheney’s heart tense, and the following words chilled him to the bone.

"Go catch that centipede."

"..." Assistant Cheney’s heart turned cold, forcing himself to respond decently, then proceeded to find hotel staff to get tools to remove the creature.

"Wait a moment."

Claire stopped him and continued, "Can you leave it alive, just put it in a sealed bottle."

Assistant Cheney internally had a million refusals, but he still respectfully agreed, his voice shaking slightly.

Soon afterward, he led two waiters to catch the centipede.

Assistant Cheney did not personally handle it, instead keeping a safe distance,

He feared such multi-legged creatures the most, and that centipede was large and long, enough so that when the bottle with the centipede was in his hands, feeling its movements, his soul almost left, his limbs stiffened.

With a pale face, he walked up to Claire, "Miss Prescott, the centipede has been caught."

Noticing his odd behavior, Claire asked, "Are you afraid of centipedes?"

Assistant Cheney stiffened, no expression showed, "No."

"Then let me share half of it with you when I make it into medicinal wine."

"No... no need, you better save it for the patients, or give it to President Lowell."