Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go-Chapter 60: Can I Sleep with You Tonight?

Claire Prescott clenched her fists and sat back down, swallowing her anger.

The little girl was so frightened by the old doctor’s angry voice that she was on the verge of tears, looking at the old doctor with tearful eyes.

Gradually,

The old doctor calmed down a bit and returned to the previous topic, "There are too many people living in the house, we need to squeeze."

The aunt still acted as if she didn’t care about them, "I figured it out, Claire’s room is quite large, if we vacate her room it’ll be enough for the little girl’s family. Claire can move to the west room to live with my daughter, and we can clear out the storeroom—it’ll be just right to live in."

"The living room is spacious too, not to mention the courtyard. We could set up a bed outside as well, but in any case, no one is moving from Claire’s room," the old doctor said slowly, handling it wisely.

Though his hair was white, he had weathered decades of storms and seen the world, able to face such difficult relatives without panic.

The aunt immediately became dissatisfied, "Isn’t that a bit biased? After all, they’re your grandson and granddaughter-in-law, and the little girl calls you great-grandfather. You can’t possibly treat your own family unfairly."

Our own family...

The meaning behind those words was clear to everyone.

But these words immediately ignited the old doctor’s anger, his gloomy face carrying a hint of intimidation, "How is Claire not part of the family? Say that again, and your whole family will be thrown out to live elsewhere."

The atmosphere turned extremely heavy in an instant.

Seeing him angry, the aunt wisely shut her mouth, daring not to speak.

Claire Prescott kept her head down throughout, saying nothing, chewing the rice in her mouth for a long, long time without swallowing.

By the end of the meal, she still hadn’t finished the rice in her bowl.

After the aunt went upstairs, she made a lot of noise, as if venting, acting like a shrew in her tantrum, and it was unclear where she got the nerve.

Claire Prescott frowned tightly, her heart filled with a raging fire that she couldn’t suppress.

Septima Sterling nudged her, "We’re out of soy sauce at home; go get some."

What kind of soy sauce needs to be bought after dinner, Claire Prescott understood only too well. She eventually took her phone and went out alone to find some peace.

The old doctor called out to her, his face deep and helpless, "Take the little girl with you."

Claire Prescott turned back, picked up the child, and headed outside.

The little girl’s hand was wrapped around her neck, meekly resting silently on her shoulder.

Under the shimmering moonlight, hearing the sound of gentle breathing by her ear, she realized something was amiss with the child.

"Little girl," Claire Prescott called softly.

Indeed, she was asleep.

Claire truly admired the child’s ability to fall asleep, even if it was a bit tiring for her arms. She couldn’t bear to disturb her dream, so she held her in her arms and carried her back.

At this point, car headlights flashed in front of her, and a black Maybach slowly pulled up beside her.

When the man got out of the car, Claire Prescott looked at him like a lifeline, asking for help, "President Lowell, my arms are so sore, can you help me out?"

Keane Lowell took the soft child and let her down onto the ground without pampering her, just putting her on her feet where she woke up, looking around in confusion at her surroundings.

This move left Claire Prescott somewhat speechless, "You..."

Before she could finish her words, the little girl started crying in front of her.

Claire Prescott quickly crouched down to pick her up and comfort her, "Don’t be scared, don’t be scared, Auntie is here."

The little girl looked at the man through her teary eyes with a hint of vigilance, as if the unfamiliar surroundings had instilled fear, burying her head into Claire Prescott’s embrace and clinging tightly to her clothes.

"Where’s the child from?" Keane Lowell asked in a deep voice.

"My cousin’s," Claire Prescott couldn’t help but say, "You were just too unkind just now, no wonder she’s afraid of you."

The man showed no guilt, nor did his eyes carry even a sliver of compassion for the child, "Take her back if she’s tired. I’ll wait for you here."

His voice held a hint of coldness under the night sky, almost sounding like he found the child annoying.

Claire Prescott hesitated for a moment and said to him, "Better let her be with us, I’ll take her back later."

She looked at the child in her arms and coaxed, "Little one, Auntie’s tired, how about letting Uncle hold you?"

The little girl shook her head, clinging tightly to her, as if afraid of being sold off.

Claire Prescott continued to coax, "Then how about we take a walk together?"

"I want to go home," the little girl cried.

She seemed genuinely terrified, her cries growing more intense.

Claire Prescott helplessly said, "I’ll take her back first, wait here for me a bit."

"Okay."

Listening to the child’s crying, Keane Lowell frowned impatiently.

The further away she got from him, the quieter the little girl’s crying became.

Claire Prescott was about to open the door with the child in her arms when she saw the aunt coming out.

For no reason at all, Claire Prescott was subjected to a glare, and the child in her arms was forcibly snatched away.

"Little girl, where did you go? You scared me to death." Perhaps seeing her damp eyelashes, her tear-stained face, the aunt spoke with concern, "Why are you crying? Did your aunt bully you?"

The little girl said nothing, sniffing with grievance.

The aunt shot a glance at Claire Prescott, carrying the child into the house, followed by the sound of the lock clicking.

The cold metallic clink echoed with a chilling undertone, the heavy door entirely cutting her off.

Claire Prescott stood rigidly in place, taking a while to come back to her senses.

Anyone with even a bit of insecurity or weakness would fall right into her trap.

After a moment of silence, she relaxed her fists, only to turn and meet the man’s deep, pool-like gaze.

He wasn’t far away, and he surely witnessed the entire scene just now.

Initially, she didn’t think much of it—at worst she’d have to stay at a hotel outside—but the sight of him made a wave of grievance uncontrollably emerge.

She swallowed that bitterness down, pretending as if nothing had happened, walked over to him, and hugged his waist, her lips curling into a subtle smile, "Can I sleep with you tonight?"

Her soft voice entering his ears, the phrase "sleep with you" seemed heavenly.

Keane Lowell’s gaze settled quietly on her composed, serene face, his voice firmly deep, "I couldn’t wish for more."

Claire Prescott felt her face heat up faintly, she explained, "I... I mean to stay with you for one night, nothing else."

"I know."

...

Upon arriving at The Cloud Brocade Hotel, Claire Prescott called her grandfather, claiming she was with Zara Leighton.

Her grandfather didn’t suspect anything, said a few heartfelt words, and ended the call.

A pair of hands embraced her waist from behind, his low voice followed by her ear, "Have you reported in?"

Claire Prescott turned to look into his deep eyes, asking, "Am I bothering you by being here?"

"No."

The man restrainedly kissed her on the lips, "Go take a shower first, clothes are ready for you."

Claire Prescott nodded.

Perhaps it was because she had unresolved feelings in her heart, and before coming, she had already spoken with him about it; staying under the same roof didn’t lead her to think any further.

She also trusted his character deeply, so she turned around, took her pajamas, and entered the bathroom.