Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go-Chapter 65: Are You Playing Me?

The room was engulfed in tranquility, illuminated by the soft glow of night lamps.

Claire Prescott lifted the blanket and took a breath, trapped in a whirlwind of internal conflict.

To help or not to help...

Given that she was pondering this, clearly, she was leaning toward the former. Yet, she lacked the courage to confront him openly, let alone touch him there.

But then...

They were a couple now, and she did like him a lot.

Besides, she wasn’t really that... conservative.

The bedroom door was half-open, and the bright light from the living room streamed in, as if some magical force was pulling her toward it. She found herself stepping out of bed, donned in slippers, and slowly approached the bathroom outside.

She paused at the bathroom door.

The faint sound of running water from within made her heartbeat a little erratic.

After mustering up the courage, she knocked on the door.

Yet, with just that light knock, without much force, did the door just open on its own?

...Does he not lock the door?

Her heart instantly started pounding wildly in her chest, like a runaway horse, completely beyond her control.

The courage she had built up was shattered in an instant by the sudden rush of panic.

Just as she was about to pretend nothing had happened and make her escape, the door suddenly swung open, and a force pulled her into the bathroom.

The man embraced her, his warm breath enveloping her entirely, as if devouring her.

Claire looked up, meeting a pair of dark, gentle eyes.

The bathroom surfaces were dry and devoid of mist. The man was clad in deep-colored pajamas, looking perfectly composed. His thin lips curled slightly, and under his gaze, it felt as if all her thoughts were laid bare.

It gave her a shiver of feeling seen through.

Unknowingly, she felt like she had stepped into a trap.

"Sneaking a peek at my door?"

His voice was low and alluring, with an undercurrent of an unfathomable whirlpool beneath its gentle tone.

Unable to bear the scorching gaze, Claire’s face, pristine and white, flushed with warmth, burning red from her body heat.

She murmured softly, "I’m not that kind of pervert."

"If you weren’t sneaking a peek, what were you doing here then?"

The man’s deep gaze seemed to set everything ablaze, carrying an enticing unease that made the air thicker.

Claire retorted, "Since you don’t need my help, I’ll just go back first."

She struggled slightly, trying to break free from his embrace, but the man didn’t allow it, tightening his grip so she could distinctly feel his form.

His jade-like fingers gently pinched her chin, applying a little pressure to make her tilt her head up for a kiss.

"Did I ever say I didn’t need it?"

She wanted to escape, but he wouldn’t allow it, pinning her arms behind her.

His mature, broad physique easily engulfed her slender form. Keane Lowell brushed over her lips and parted her teeth.

This rare moment of guessing her thoughts right, understanding her a little more.

The young lady was interested in his body, not opposed to having more intimate interactions with him.

However...

Her courage wasn’t large enough yet.

The kiss was wet and lingering.

Claire completely surrendered to his gentleness, and in the midst of her dazed confusion, heard the man’s controlled, husky voice.

"Be good, wait for me back in bed."

She stared at him blankly for a moment, then obediently, albeit downtrodden, walked out of the bathroom on her own. She stood at the door for a long time, unable to snap back to reality.

The half-open bedroom door, the man’s ambiguous smile, first wanting her help, then stirring her emotions only to push her away later...

Thinking back scene by scene, why did it feel like he had played her?

Gathering her thoughts.

She turned to the now-closed bathroom door.

Suddenly stepped forward, pushed the door open, and marched in directly.

The man was soaking in the bathtub, his mature and sturdy upper body laid bare in front of her.

She looked straight at him and walked directly toward him.

Stopping beside the bathtub.

Keane looked at her with meaningful eyes, silently watching.

The water surface was crystal clear, he was open and unreserved, facing her unashamed, while the young lady’s gaze was particularly honest, her eyes clear and captivating, determined, as if either here to settle accounts with him or prove something.

"Were you playing me?" she questioned, her voice clean and pleasant, losing none of its momentum.

However, he just lightly curled his lips.

As if provoking her, the young lady braced against the edge of the bathtub, leaned over, and captured his lips.

Keane cooperatively opened his mouth.

What he received was her punishing nibble.

The sharp edge of her teeth pierced his lip, and the taste of blood instantly spread in his mouth, his brow furrowed slightly. Knowing her intentions weren’t kind, yet still, he fell for her snare.

Looking up, he met her flustered and helpless expression.

Her delicate, refined face flushed with a tinge of red, and he could faintly hear her heartbeat.

Claire’s gaze fell on the fresh wound on his lip and, not willing to concede, she met his eyes, "If you dare play me again, I’ll bite you."

Keane lightly pressed his lips, wiping away the bloodstains, and explained, "I wasn’t playing you; I just cared about you..."

"Your hand." His voice was incredibly deep, with a gaze of gentle indulgence, showing no displeasure from her bite.

"Don’t think I didn’t see through you; you did it on purpose."

Knowing full well she was sensitive and shy about matters between men and women, yet intentionally teasing her more than once or twice, sending her heart into chaos.

The more Claire thought about it, the more indignant she felt, provocatively glancing down into the water.

The man’s condition swept across her eyes, and with just one glance, it etched into her mind, causing her entire body to freeze, suddenly intimidated.

From a doctor’s perspective, it’s nothing; she’s seen it in medical books, but she still couldn’t remain calm.

Because of that one glance, the air seemed to pause.

In her panic, Claire left the bathroom in silence, almost as if fleeing.

Keane looked deeply at the door that had shut.

The young lady’s flowing long hair and white dress gradually faded into a blur, disappearing from the crack in the door.

Clearly, every move she made was full of innocence, yet her glance just now made him feel as if she had taken advantage of him.

But it also felt like a feather brushed across his heart, stirring intense desire, gradually gathering...

He slowly closed his eyes...

In the end, he had played himself into a trap.

For a long time.

Returning to the bedroom.

The young lady lay on the inside, head resting against the wall, occupying a small corner, her presence almost undetectable.

He moved over, enveloping her whole in his arms, "Stop fussing, sleep soundly."

...

...

The next day.

She thought last night would quickly fade away, but once she saw the lips she had bitten through, she couldn’t help but recall what she did to him in the bathroom last night.

While having breakfast downstairs, she specifically ordered some light foods, thoughtfully cutting everything into bite-sized pieces.

Later, she bought a bottle of iodine and medical lip balm, sat on his lap in the car, and personally applied it to him.

Her gaze was especially focused, unaware even when the man’s eyes changed.