Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go-Chapter 46: Like

"You need strong wings to fly farther, and besides, you are the ones who supported me in flight. If my wings were stronger, I could also shield you from the wind and rain."

The two elders were amused by her words, and their expressions softened.

The old man understood her intent, "Did you have another argument with your dad today?"

Claire Prescott shook her head, "No argument, it would be better if Dad were more open-minded."

"Many things cannot be judged just by appearances; family members won’t harm you, understand?"

"I understand." Claire immediately steered the conversation back, tentatively asking, "Grandpa, do you agree with my plan to return to Kystral?"

The old man hesitated, furrowed his brows, wanting to relent but not quite ready, he finally spoke, "Stay with us a few more days, sleep here tonight, and accompany your grandma for a walk tomorrow."

"Okay." Claire beamed with joy.

It’s wonderful to receive their understanding and handle things so calmly, as a result, her appetite improved significantly.

...

After dinner.

Her grandma pulled her aside for some private conversation, and only around ten at night did she finally return to her bedroom.

Lying in bed, recalling bits and pieces of the day, Claire Prescott couldn’t help but think about Keane Lowell, feeling as though she was surrounded by pink bubbles.

Thinking of his warmth, longing to... hug him once more.

Elsewhere, in a six-star hotel.

Assistant Cheney finished his work report and shifted the conversation to last night’s events, "The Tate Family and their political relative, government officials have already intervened in the investigation, now they’re in disarray, seeking help everywhere."

It’s only the beginning of the investigation, and they’re already panicking.

If they can’t find anything, their problems will be even bigger.

Keane Lowell leaned indifferently back on the sofa, his voice particularly cold under the crystal chandelier, "Finn Prescott has already given them a way out."

"Which is also a dead end, their family only has one son, and he’s from a test tube."

"It’s bound to happen sooner or later."

Assistant Cheney understood the implication of these words.

Forcing their political relative into a corner might lead to disregarding ethics, putting the Tate Family treasure in jeopardy.

The matter hasn’t escalated for long.

The next day, the Tate Family faced the end of their lineage.

Nonetheless, the investigation didn’t stop, as Keane Lowell refused to let them off the hook.

Valoria’s upper class circles speculated on Keane Lowell’s motives.

"The Lowell Family and Prescott Family have been rivals for so long, this is the first time they’ve worked together, could it be they’re ready to turn swords into plowshares?"

"I don’t think it’s that simple, what’s the relationship between the Prescott heiress and Keane Lowell?"

"In short, don’t provoke the Prescott heiress, just Prescott Family’s involvement has been enough to cause havoc. If Keane Lowell gets involved, they might be wiped out completely."

Someone sighed, "Keane Lowell is truly fortunate, with the powerful families of Kystral and Valoria, along with numerous distant relatives, his network is firmly in his grasp, a true born winner."

As the box door opened, everyone looked toward Zane White appearing at the entrance, quickly greeting him eagerly.

...

The old lady preferred peace and quiet.

Claire took her for a tour of the museum and a walk in the nearby park, by the end of the day, she was exhausted and collapsed on the sofa unwilling to move.

The old lady looked at her fondly, "Young people don’t have as much stamina as an old lady like me."

Claire Prescott looked up at her, "Grandma, I really admire you, walking all day without tiring, still having energy to string beads."

"I think you’re just lacking exercise, often talking to us about health tips, lots of movement, what to eat less of, what not to eat, how to eat for good health. Yet you can’t even control yourself, always doing the opposite, loving raw cold, barbecue, and things like that."

"I’m young after all, Grandma, I’ll be careful, you don’t need to worry about me."

The old lady glanced at her, helplessly shook her head, and said to her, "There’s a massage chair at home, go use it."

"Where?"

"In the backyard."

Claire Prescott immediately carried the cherries from the coffee table to the backyard, enjoying a massage while snacking.

Less than five minutes had passed when she suddenly remembered she had forgotten her phone in the morning, she hadn’t touched her phone all day.

She pressed the pause button on the massage chair and returned to her bedroom to find her phone.

Only then did she see a message from Keane Lowell: [Are you at home?]

The message was sent just a minute ago.

Claire Prescott opened the keyboard to reply: [Yes, just got back.]

Soon after, Keane Lowell called her.

Their conversation lasted less than two minutes, she then held her phone tightly and went downstairs, saying to her grandma on the sofa, "Grandma, I’m going out, don’t wait for me for dinner tonight."

Before the old lady could speak, she had already dashed out.

"This kid, wasn’t she just too tired to move, how come she suddenly has energy now." The old lady murmured, not saying much more.

Outside.

Claire Prescott saw the car parked right outside their home.

As the car window lowered, she saw Keane Lowell’s elegant face in the driver’s seat, this time, he was alone.

No need for many words.

She simply opened the passenger car door, and a bouquet of pink-green toned eustoma unexpectedly entered her view.

Her eyes glimmered with an untold delight, "Are these flowers for me?"

"Who else?" The man’s voice was low.

Claire Prescott withdrew her gaze from him, cradled the flowers in hand, and then seated herself.

While she was looking down to fasten her seatbelt, a figure emerged from the villa.

Keane noticed, as she had just settled in, he discreetly started the engine, smoothly driving off.

In the rearview mirror, the figure became smaller and smaller until it vanished.

Yet, the car hadn’t gone far, maybe around four hundred meters at most, when it suddenly pulled over by the roadside.

The whole street was quiet, Claire Prescott was puzzled, looking at him, "What’s the matter?"

The man was dressed in a clean, cool white shirt, his deep eyes holding an unexplainable depth.

"There’s one more meeting gift, would you like it?" His warm voice carried a hint of restraint.

Claire Prescott was full of questions, still guessing what kind of meeting gift it was, when the man leaned closer, his fresh, elegant scent enveloping her, a hand cupping the back of her neck, his lips meeting hers.

Claire’s eyes were startled, her long lashes trembled.

With his finger gently pressing, her teeth were easily parted, letting him conquer her fortress.

Before long, Keane Lowell slowly released her, meeting those eyes filled with mist, he asked, "Did you eat cherries?"

It was like a sudden explosion in her mind, Claire’s pure, fair face instantly flushed pink.

She stiffly looked at him, suppressing her racing heart, softly asking back, "Do you like it?"

Keane Lowell gazed at her with a deep meaning, landing a tender kiss on her lips, smiled, and answered, "I do."