Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go-Chapter 61: Shenmen Acupoint

This hotel suite was not her first visit; the last time was after she got drunk.

There weren’t many signs of living in the room, his belongings were minimal and organized, indicating that he had been living here for some time.

She just couldn’t understand why he would rather stay in a hotel than at home.

However, this place was quite close to Sinclair Apothecary, about a twenty-minute drive.

Could it be that he chose to live here for that reason?

...

After freshening up, she came out of the bathroom.

At this moment, Keane Lowell was sitting on the living room sofa, handling business on his laptop.

The clear light of the crystal chandelier fell on his prominent, defined nose, cool and imposing.

Noticing her sneaking glances, his gaze immediately met hers, her body instantly tensed, and she instinctively hugged her arms.

Only because there was nothing underneath the white nightgown.

Claire Prescott’s cheeks flushed, "Do... do you have any underwear?"

"Wearing that at night doesn’t seem right." The man’s expression was righteous, his gaze gentle and calm, "If you need it, I’ll get it for you."

"No need." The words slipped out as if she was contending with something, but she immediately regretted it, her expression a bit awkward, "Actually, get it for me."

Her discomfort was fully noticed by Keane.

He put the laptop aside and walked towards the dressing room, soon emerging with a piece of underwear.

Inexplicably, Claire’s face turned bright red as she stiffly took it from his hand, just in that brief moment, the fabric already retained the warmth of his palm.

She didn’t say a word, turned around, and went back into the bathroom to put it on.

Keane’s eyes slowly deepened.

He merely fetched her a piece of intimate clothing, and her face turned so red...

After a long while, she came out of the bathroom.

Keane stared at the computer screen and spoke to her without lifting his head, "I’ll be a while longer, sleep first if you’re tired."

"Okay."

Responding, Claire walked past him and straight into the bedroom, choosing the inner side of the bed to lie down.

The bed was particularly large, the bedding soft, like lying on a fluffy cloud, with a faint warm fragrance lingering above.

At first, the room was lit, and she couldn’t sleep. Later, she turned on the night light, brewing for a long time but with the same result.

She stretched her hand out from under the covers, just about to press acupoints to help sleep when the man, dressed in sleepwear, pushed the door open and walked to the bedside.

"Still not asleep?" he asked, looking at her through the dim, hazy light.

Claire made a sound of acknowledgment, her voice muffled, "A little sleepless."

The mattress on the other side sank, the man lifted the quilt and lay flat beside her, and Claire immediately smelled a strong, cool fragrance emanating from his side.

They were separated by a considerable distance, the man lay motionless with his eyes closed.

The room fell into silence where even a pin drop could be heard.

Claire retracted her gaze, her two smooth arms still exposed, pressing down on the quilt.

Never having lain on a bed with a man before, she found it really unaccustomed and even more sleepless now.

Suddenly, she spoke out, "You might want to come in a bit more, don’t fall off."

Her intention was considerate.

Keane slowly opened his eyes, maintaining his position without moving.

After a while, he shifted a bit inward.

Claire switched positions, lying sideways facing him, staring at him without blinking.

His side profile was smooth and distinct, the night light casting a thin layer of radiance on his skin, exuding a sense of ascetic beauty, like a work meticulously designed and carved by God, elegantly handsome and dauntingly desecrated, making one unable to take their eyes off him.

"If you keep staring at me, I can’t guarantee I won’t do something to you." A deep, magnetic voice sounded in the tranquil atmosphere.

Claire’s gaze froze.

The next moment, the man’s gaze met hers, deep, rich brows and eyes laced with calmness and rationality.

She obediently lay back down flat.

"..."

Feeling his gaze, her heartbeat uncontrollably went haywire, immediately understanding how it felt to be watched while sleeping.

"President Lowell, could you lend me five minutes to help massage my acupoint?" she asked, her soft voice tinged with a hint of tranquility.

"Where’s the acupoint?" Keane calmly looked at her.

Claire moved a bit closer to him, then handed her left hand over, guiding his thumb to find the Shenmen acupoint on her wrist, "Massage here, this is the Shenmen acupoint, it helps to calm the mind and aid sleep."

After locating the spot, Keane placed her hand on his abdomen, kneaded it for a moment, and asked in a warm, steady tone, "Is the pressure okay?"

"A bit harder would be fine."

Claire adjusted her sleeping posture, closed her eyes, and said, "Good night."

She adjusted her breathing pattern, gradually entering a meditative state, clearing all distracting thoughts.

Keane half-held her hand, his thumb circling the point, the pressure just right, taking much less than five minutes, her hand had thoroughly relaxed.

He paused his motion, turned his eyes toward the person beside him.

Her long hair scattered on the pillow, lips naturally closed, sleeping face as gentle and serene as ever, yet with a face particularly pure, her slow, even breaths suggesting she had slipped into dreamland, worlds apart from him.

It was indeed merely sleeping with him, indifferent to desires, sleeping peacefully, even not treating him as a normal man...

He drew in a breath, gazing at the ceiling without moving.

The young girl who initially slept well-behaved and stable, suddenly turned into his embrace, using his arm as a pillow and hugging him like a bolster at the crack of dawn.

...

The morning light gently broke, the curtain fluttered delicately with a breeze.

Claire quietly awoke from her slumber, upon realizing someone was beneath her, her breath instantly disordered, her entire body petrifying.

But soon enough, she regained composure, calmly accepting it.

Upon opening her scent, the man’s aroma engulfed her entirely; although they used the same shower gel, it distinctly felt that the fragrance emanating from him was different from hers.

His seemed crisper, as if soaked in cedar wood, exuding a faint coolness.

"Awake?"

The man’s deep, slightly blurry voice sounded.

Claire softly acknowledged and slowly extricated herself from his embrace, propped herself onto the bed, and turned to look at his hazy, sleepy appearance, as if gazing at a delicately beautiful person.

Keane met her gaze, sensing something uncanny from her gentle, watery eyes.

He was about to get up.

The young girl supported herself by his side.

As she lowered her head, her hair’s end brushed against his neck, followed by a swift kiss on his face.

With that done, she dashed over his body, put on shoes, and fled the room.

Keane watched her disappearing back with dark, intense eyes, his pair of peach blossom eyes deepened as if soaked in ink.

He slowly sat up from the bed, touching the place she kissed, feeling inexplicably as if he had just been teased and molested by her.

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