Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go-Chapter 53: Longing

The little schemes Claire Prescott had in this mess were quite apparent to the Prescott Family.

They merely indulged her silently.

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After having dinner at her grandparents’ house, Claire Prescott returned to her own home.

After washing up.

She lay on the bed in her pajamas, inexplicably recalling Ethan Lancaster’s words: "You’re in a different world than me, but not with Keane Lowell?"

The more she thought about it, the more upset she became.

She simply called Keane Lowell.

As soon as the call connected, the man’s deep, magnetic voice reached her ears.

He just called her name once, and her agitated heart was instantly soothed by his voice, as though finding a retreat, and it calmed down all at once.

In fact, she didn’t really have anything she wanted to say to him, she just wanted to hear his voice.

However, the background noise over there seemed a bit chaotic.

Claire Prescott asked, "Are you outside?"

Keane Lowell responded with a low voice, asking, "When are you coming back?"

"Probably in five or six days."

"That long?"

Claire Prescott could do nothing, so she said, "I will miss you."

Her voice sounded a bit shy, and as she spoke, a faint blush involuntarily appeared on her pure and elegant face.

On the other end in Kystral, Keane Lowell just walked out of a restaurant, and hearing this, his throat inexplicably tightened.

He stood at the porch, his broad figure blending into the light and shadow, and his eyes were deep ink like submerged in the night, intense.

"I miss you too."

His voice seemed soaked in night colors, low and alluring.

Only a day apart, yet already uncontrollably missing someone, as if there’s a missing piece in his heart that cannot be filled with mere thoughts.

He had always been rational and self-controlled, in the past, such a situation wouldn’t have occurred, or maybe after he returned to the country and met her, many things related to her seemed to happen beyond his control.

A soft voice sounded in his ear, "If you’re outside, then I won’t disturb you any longer. Rest early after you’re done."

After the words fell.

After hesitating for a long time, he replied with a "Alright."

Once the call ended, Keane Lowell went straight back to the car.

As he was about to fasten his seat belt to leave, a scene outside the car window made him pause.

"A father’s debt is repaid by his son, it’s only natural. Your father ran away, so the money owed at our establishment should be repaid by you."

"I said I have no money. If you keep pestering me, I’ll call the police." In the haze of light, Skye Vance appeared exceptionally fragile in front of two debt collectors, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

"No money." The two men snorted and laughed, their gaze gradually sharper, "Then you can pay us with yourself. With your looks, maybe you could fetch a good price."

Sensing danger, Skye Vance instinctively stepped back, but they chased after her next moment.

Ultimately pinning her against the black Cullinan’s hood, their mouths spilling filthy words. The more she struggled, the stronger they held, amid the tussle.

Suddenly, one of them used force, and a strange sound echoed.

As if realizing something, the bald man looked at the "Flying Goddess" emblem he accidentally broke, and instantly panicked.

At the same moment, a piercing horn sound shattered the night.

The two debt collectors were scared soulless, immediately releasing Skye Vance’s hands.

The bald man frantically looked up at the person stepping out from the driver’s seat.

The man’s eyes deep black, unfathomably dark, his exquisite black shirt blending with the dimness, his gaze chillingly cold.

Not just him, the bodyguards from two cars alongside also got out.

A press of dark silhouettes appeared with an overwhelming aura.

Seeing the Kystral A license plate, there was no need to think much—they knew such a personage was untouchable, and the bald man instantly felt the car emblem in his hand was extremely hot.

He held the emblem, bowed, and ran over to apologize: "Boss, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to damage your car."

Just now he was too focused on grabbing the ’little girl’, without noticing what kind of car they were near.

Now looking at it, even the damaged emblem alone costs tens of thousands, let alone compensating the entire car—even if he exhausted several generations of family wealth, he couldn’t afford it.

Yet the car owner spoke coldly, "I don’t want the car, compensate at original price."

The bald man immediately went to his knees, begging desperately: "I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean it, even if I go bankrupt, Boss, I can’t afford to compensate for your car."

Keane Lowell looked down at the man kneeling at his feet, his eyes indifferent, "Kidneys are valuable. If one isn’t enough, add your family and friends’ too, it should be enough to pay off."

Upon hearing these terrifying words, the bald man broke out in cold sweat, shaking like a sieve.

His accomplice saw things were going south and fled in fear.

The bald man also wanted to escape; just as he was about to get up, a side kick sent him flying to the ground, lying in pain and groaning.

He hadn’t reacted before receiving a heavy blow from behind, knocking him out cold.

The head bodyguard returned and asked, "Sir, how should we handle this?"

"Throw him into the police station." Keane Lowell responded indifferently.

As if he had just dealt with a trivial matter, but for Skye Vance, it was a huge kindness.

Yet due to his surrounding aura too fierce and distant, like a cold-blooded demon in the night, she didn’t dare approach him.

When he prepared to return to the car, Skye Vance tidied her clothing and hurried to his front, "Mr. Lowell, thank you for helping me just now."

She cautiously looked at his side profile.

As his gaze met hers, she froze instantly—her heart racing.

The man’s features were profound, seemingly still carrying a faint anger; although devoid of warmth, appearing in his field of vision and being noticed by him were already part of her fantasy.

She also hoped he would see her.

Moreover, she hoped his gaze would linger on her a little longer.

But the man’s sharp gaze seemed to see through her little ploy earlier, warning with a frown: "Don’t let it happen again."

Skye Vance’s face sank immediately, watching him warily sit back in the driver’s seat, start the engine and leave. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

The black Cullinan just drove past her like the wind, indifferent as if unwilling to have any entanglement with her.

A trace of loneliness passed through Skye Vance’s eyes.

They say aristocrats are heartless; she wondered what kind of woman could move his heart.

Thinking about it, she couldn’t help but recall the last time she appeared by his side, that girl with a pure and out-of-the-world demeanor.

Also at that time, she first saw a warmth in Keane Lowell’s eyes, carrying a deadly attraction.

Yet, she should be most aware.

She and Keane Lowell’s statuses are far apart; her family, like a mire, simply can’t reach the Lowell Family, who reigns in Kystral.

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The black Cullinan stopped at a hotel.

Getting off the car, Keane Lowell looked at the damaged section at the front and couldn’t help recalling that spring many years ago.

That was the second time he saw Claire.

Overcast, gray sky, a school bullying incident took place in the alley behind the school.

The Cullinan parked in an inconspicuous corner; looking from the driver’s seat out of the window, he could clearly see a group of people surrounding two girls, confronting and cursing.

Originally, he wanted to ignore, directly drive away.

Suddenly discovered a figure entering his left rearview mirror, sneakily hiding at his car tail watching the front.