Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go-Chapter 48: Is Every Little Thing a Lie?

After leaving the restaurant, when asked where she planned to return, Claire Prescott hesitated for a moment before giving an address.

The car smoothly merged onto the main road, with the lights flashing over her in quick succession.

In the silence, she suddenly heard him ask, "Which city do you prefer, Valoria or Kystral?"

Claire looked at his profile and replied without hesitation, "Kystral."

She then added, "Although I was born in Valoria, I’m not very familiar with this place. If you ask me what’s special about Valoria, I might not be able to answer. I grew up in Kystral, and I’ve developed feelings for it."

Mentioning her childhood made her feel somewhat melancholic, but she quickly recovered.

Keane Lowell asked, "Have you decided when to go back yet?"

"Not yet. But soon, my family doesn’t want me to leave, so I’m spending a few more days with them."

"Aren’t you worried your grandparents far away in Kystral will miss you?"

With this phrase, she instantly fell silent.

Indeed, she hadn’t contacted them for several days, suddenly feeling torn between two opposing forces.

However, she quickly put herself at ease, "It’s just a matter of two or three days; a few days won’t make a difference."

At the traffic lights ahead, the man parked the car, stroked her head, and his voice softened, "I’ll wait for you to go back together."

"Won’t that interfere with your work?"

"No."

With some other concerns in mind, Claire furrowed her brow, "Maybe you shouldn’t wait for me, I..."

She didn’t want him to meet her family, a situation she couldn’t control.

After thinking a long time, she couldn’t find a reasonable excuse.

She said, "I’ll find you after I return to Kystral; it’s the same."

Seeing her inner conflict, Keane didn’t pursue further, calmly saying, "As you wish."

...

The car pulled over by the roadside about two or three hundred meters from her house.

Before she realized what was happening, the man suddenly held her hand, his voice deep and affectionate, "Come here for a hug."

Claire hesitated for a moment, then put the flowers aside, and with his help, easily sat on his lap.

Her slender waist tightly grasped by his large palm.

She clung to Keane’s shoulders, her neck pressed close to his.

The man suddenly turned his head and gently placed a kiss behind her ear.

At that moment, it was like an electric current surged, causing her body to tremble slightly.

Noticing her sensitivity, Keane paused his kisses, his eyes falling into the dim light, dark and profound.

The young girl sat upright on his lap, gazing at him through the hazy light, and gradually, the air seemed to become hot.

The atmosphere set in, and the two naturally kissed, passionately entwined, with soft breaths echoing around.

Keane ultimately restrained himself, releasing her lips, whispering in her ear, "Later, when I’m not around you, no matter what happens, tell me, you’re not alone now, you have me, understand?"

His gentle, magnetic voice carried a hint of passion, like a current spreading from her ear to her heart, trembling intensely.

She quietly replied, "Understood."

She held him for a long time, unwilling to separate, until her grandmother called, bringing her back from her daze.

...

Watching him leave, Claire entered the house holding the flowers. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

As soon as she stepped into the living room, she met Finn Prescott’s gaze.

He was sitting on the sofa with a laptop, and upon seeing the flowers in her hands, his expression visibly darkened, lightly mocking, "Don’t be fooled by just a bunch of flowers from someone."

Claire instantly felt displeased, not wanting to engage with him.

As she turned to go upstairs, Finn suddenly stopped her, "Don’t you want to know why we don’t approve of you being with Lowell?"

Hearing this, Claire paused, then continued upstairs. After placing the flowers in her room, she returned downstairs to sit opposite him.

Surprised by her return, Finn was taken aback.

Knowing what she wanted to hear, he pushed further, "If you want to know, add me on WeChat first."

"..."

It felt like she was trapped in a no-negotiation situation.

Claire looked at him indignantly, hesitated for a moment, and reluctantly took out her phone, switching to a secondary account to add him.

But as she handed over the phone, he instantly noticed.

"No secondary accounts."

Then Finn took her phone, switched back to the main account, added himself, changed the remark to "Brother," and took his number out of the blacklist.

Only then did he satisfactorily return the phone to her.

Claire clutched the phone, at a loss for words for a moment, "Don’t bother me if there’s nothing else."

Finn smiled faintly, with the air of a victor.

"Can you tell me now?" Claire asked impatiently.

"..."

After listening to everything involved, it was about business interests.

The Prescott Family and The Lowell Family had been rivals for decades, never seeing eye to eye. Any project the Prescott Family was interested in, The Lowell Family would intervene and disrupt.

If any mistake occurred, the Prescott Family would immediately be scrutinized by the business regulatory sector.

Market access checks each item very strictly, especially after The Lowell Family’s union with the White Family; the Prescott Family couldn’t develop further, largely hindered by The Lowell Family.

"Keane Lowell stepped up, and personal feelings waned; you haven’t seen his conduct in the business world, have you?" Finn gazed deeply at her.

Claire lowered her eyes.

It seemed to be a sore point; Keane’s conduct in the world of fame and fortune she indeed didn’t know, but time was on their side. So far, Keane hadn’t done anything to hurt her.

"There are many rivalry relationships with The Lowell Family. Kystral and Valoria are separated by thousands of miles; why would The Lowell Family target us for no reason?" She asked puzzledly.

This question, Finn could not answer.

Seeing her siding with outsiders, he felt inexplicably displeased, coldly saying, "The circle in Kystral is full of power; isn’t it obvious what it’s all for?"

"You’re being unreasonable." Claire continued with an unrelated remark, "Anyway, grandpa and grandma have agreed I can return; some matters don’t need your concern."

After she finished speaking, she stood up and went upstairs.

Alone, she lay on her bed feeling dejected.

Knowing the truth, she seemed indifferent on the surface but was still affected—her heart felt inexplicably uncomfortable, like a stone pressing down.

If what Finn said was true.

Then does it mean that since she reunited with Keane, he always knew she was the Prescott Family’s heiress, and knowing her identity, he had those motives? Even dating her, were his motives not entirely pure?

Suddenly she recalled the phrase "The key is to win over the Prescott heiress." Could it be that he truly thought so?

But if he approached her with other intentions, his acting skills were truly impressive.

She also didn’t believe the bits and pieces that happened between them were all fake.