Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go-Chapter 56: Surprise

Just the thought of soon seeing Keane Lowell made her heart race uncontrollably.

They had been apart for less than a week...

Did he miss her like she missed him?

...

About an hour later, she got out of the car by the roadside.

The Kystral flavors in the pavilion were right in front of her, brightly lit, yet surprisingly quiet. Despite living in Kystral for so many years, it was the first time she knew of such a tranquil bustling place.

Claire Prescott found Keane Lowell’s number, wanting to call him, but then remembered he just mentioned he had something going on...

Would it be inappropriate to call him abruptly and interfere with his meeting?

She hesitated for a moment, eventually putting her phone down slowly, her heartbeat gradually calming down.

It was then that she saw a figure that resembled him.

The dim, misty light from the restaurant cast on his figure, tall and straight, the white shirt fitting his broad, firm shoulders smoothly, cool yet composed.

No matter how she looked at that silhouette, it really looked like him.

She stopped in her tracks, dialed a call to confirm, and seeing him answer the phone, she felt her blood boiling.

The man’s magnetic voice sounded through the phone, calling her name: "Claire."

Claire Prescott curbed the joy and excitement in her heart, quietly approached him, lowered her voice, and said to him, "I want to ask you something, and I want to hear the truth."

He chuckled, "When have I ever not told you the truth."

"Maybe not." She said teasingly, with an upward lilt.

Keane Lowell smiled lightly and asked, "What do you want to know?"

Claire Prescott pondered for a moment before slowly saying, "Do you want to see me?"

Hearing a slight oddness to it, Keane Lowell scanned the front with his eyes, and soon, the sound of wind and the sound of running came through the phone.

As he turned, a soft and delicate figure threw herself into his arms, tightly hugging his waist.

At that moment, his heart seemed to skip a beat.

A familiar fragrance climbed to his nose, the person he longed for truly appeared before him.

Just an hour ago, he had been signing documents at the company. When he saw her message, he sensed something was off, hence he sent her an address, leading her here.

Then he had set off early from the company, standing here waiting for her.

Unexpectedly, he really saw her.

She did play a good game of surprise.

He hugged her, tightening his hold bit by bit, feeling her warmth and breath against his neck, asking quietly, "When did you get back?"

"Got home this afternoon."

Claire Prescott lifted her head, meeting his gaze.

The refined face of the man was close, his deep eyes fiery and intense, like a bottomless whirlpool, wanting to pull her in.

She stood on tiptoe, just about to touch those lips, then suddenly stopped.

At the brink, her breathing teased them both, making her heart itch unbearably.

"You still..."

Before she finished speaking, her lips were blocked.

His big hand gently held the back of her neck, the man assertively prying open her lips, conquering territory inch by inch.

His breath and warmth irresistibly spread, Claire Prescott forced to swallow his taste, as if an electric current flowed through, her body warm and tingling.

She instinctively clutched his shirt fabric, wanting to find a point of support.

As she actively responded to him, his hold continued to tighten, taking more, wishing to wholly engulf her.

The streetlight silently cast shadows of their entwined figures.

Ten meters away stood a black, cold, and elegant silhouette.

Skye Vance witnessed the kissing scene before her.

She nonchalantly withdrew her gaze.

As long as they kissed, she stood there watching.

Originally thinking someone with the status like Keane Lowell, indifferent and self-composed, power was his passion, women were dispensable to him, at least not swayed by desire.

With his status, women typically approached him first.

Such a scene of uncontrolled kissing in broad daylight shouldn’t have happened to him.

Today, seeing his passion opened her eyes, made her envious, even jealous of the one that he held and kissed.

Her heart felt torn open, a tremendous aching pain.

The kiss lasted, long and long...

Only when he noticed she was running out of breath did he finally end the kiss.

The strands of desire dispersed, Claire Prescott’s eyes unfocused, leaning her head against his shoulder, panting softly.

Her cheeks burned hotly, so shy she dared not look at him.

Keane Lowell loosened his grip, embraced her gently, and when he raised his eyes, his gaze unexpectedly met the person standing ahead.

If they didn’t leave, she seemed the type to just keep watching.

"Seen enough?" Keane Lowell’s cool magnetic voice carried slight anger, his brows deeply pressed.

Skye Vance’s heart jumped, so nervous a layer of cold sweat formed on her back, unsure what to do.

Claire Prescott followed his gaze, seeing a figure in a black fishtail dress nearby. Before she distinguished who it was, they hurriedly walked away in high heels.

So...

As she kissed Keane Lowell, they’d been openly watched by others???

A sudden dissatisfaction arose.

She turned to look at his cool and captivating face, the aura less sharp than before, seemingly restrained, only the warmth of his embrace made her feel cozy.

Unable to help asking, "Was that person your ex?"

Her tone was mild, but there was a slight jealousy between the lines.

Keane Lowell looked at her, his brows subtly furrowing, "Jealous?"

Seeing her sulky silence, Keane Lowell embraced her, speaking warmly, "No ex, only you."

Claire Prescott’s eyes instantly brightened, "Really?"

"Didn’t you once say my heart’s fiery, advised me to date, but you didn’t notice I’d never had a sex life?" He spoke slowly.

With these words, Claire Prescott was too nervous to look at him.

Pulse readings aren’t all-seeing, cannot discern if a person is a virgin or not.

She didn’t explain.

It’s just, hearing he hadn’t had any sexual experience made her heart fill with indescribable joy.

The man continued teasing her: "Worried I’d touch young models, compared me to an ex, fretted I couldn’t control my desires?"

Claire Prescott’s expression stiffened, "You saw what I retracted?"

"Dared to send, not to let me read?"

"I... I just wanted to surprise you, didn’t mean anything else."

"Don’t believe you."

Claire Prescott lost her nerve, looked at him innocently, hooking his neck to coax him, "I didn’t even eat dinner after returning, just to see you, can you not fuss with me?"

Keane Lowell’s eyes turned gentle, looking at her lovingly, "Hungry?"

Claire Prescott nodded.

The next moment, she was led by Keane Lowell into The Misty Rain Restaurant.