Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go-Chapter 71: The Light Was Too Dim, Couldn’t Find the Right Spot
Today, Assistant Cheney was driving.
The car passed through the evening, driving into a brightly lit compound.
In the backseat, Keane Lowell held someone in his arms as always.
The young girl lay bonelessly on him, sleeping peacefully and adorably. You could faintly hear her even breathing.
Finally, the car stopped in front of a standalone villa.
The inside of the car was shrouded in dimness.
Assistant Cheney glanced at the rearview mirror, noting that the little doctor remained asleep, and the boss could carry her until dawn broke.
He withdrew his gaze, opened the door silently, and got out.
Only the couple remained in the car.
The person in his arms showed no sign of waking up. After sitting quietly for a while, Keane glanced down at her, held her hand, and gently shook it.
The girl’s body suddenly tensed in her sleep, then she opened her eyes.
She looked at him sleepily, her voice somewhat soft and delicate: "Are we there?"
"We’re there."
Claire Prescott, with her eyes closed again, lazily nestled in his arms, not wanting to move, softly saying: "Hold me a little longer."
The man’s chest was broad, carrying a notably fresh and clean woody scent. The tighter he held her, the more she felt her whole body and heart were light, very secure, very secure.
"Today, I sent my aunt to the police station, let her stay inside for three days before coming out."
"Does that bother you?"
Claire shook her head, her tone calm: "If my grandfather finds out, I might be punished to copy books again. Last time, because of differing views, the old doctor didn’t hold back and punished me to copy books for half a month and suspended my duties."
Keane coaxed, "If he punishes you, I’ll help you copy."
"Our writing styles are different, he’ll find out at a glance."
"Then I’ll think of another way."
Claire pondered for a moment before revealing what lay hidden deep in her heart to him: "Actually, the hardest thing for me today was having an elder kneel before me."
Under the guidance of the old doctor, the concept of respect for seniors had been ingrained deeply in her.
The elder need not be named; it was her aunt.
"Did you show her mercy because of this?"
Claire shook her head, "No, it just felt unpleasant."
"Then let me soothe you."
Without many words, the man directly placed his large hand over her left chest through her clothes.
Claire instantly felt warmth.
Almost reflexively, she sensitively pressed his hand, meeting his gaze in the dim light, "You’re...where are you touching?"
Keane hadn’t started massaging yet but already felt the softness beneath his palm.
He remained calm and said, "Sorry. It’s too dark, I didn’t find the right spot."
With that, he moved his hand half a palm’s distance upwards, actually starting to massage her gently. Despite his light touches, she could clearly feel the irregularity in her breathing pattern and her heart rate.
The light in the car was very dim, and Claire couldn’t see his expression. His conduct was that of a gentleman, leaving her unable to fault him.
Yet, a supposedly refined and warm gesture became particularly ambiguous and vivid due to his earlier mistake. Their point of contact felt electrifying, leaving her flustered by his gentle touch, her face growing hot.
"Feeling better?"
The man’s voice was warm and rich.
Claire involuntarily nodded, quietly admitting that his method was indeed effective, yet somehow not, yet truly effective.
Under his massage, she couldn’t help but feel restless, wanting to kiss him.
Just as she thought that, the man withdrew his hand and said to her, "It’s late, let’s go home for dinner first."
Claire inexplicably became exceptionally obedient, getting out of the car ahead of him.
Leaves rustled along the roadside, the evening breeze was cool, dissipating the warmth from her body, as her hand was taken in his.
She looked up to meet his gaze and asked, "Where are we?"
"Azure Court."
Keane led her inside.
Yet upon reaching the entrance, the girl suddenly halted, tidied up her appearance slightly, and covered her face briefly.
Noticing her concerns, Keane said to her, "There’s no one else."
Hearing this, Claire felt slightly relieved.
However, upon entering, she saw a middle-aged woman wearing a apron.
It must be his family’s maid.
Auntie Susan seemed momentarily stunned upon seeing them return, then politely greeted "Young Master," glancing surreptitiously at the young girl he brought back.
"Is dinner ready?" Keane asked plainly.
Auntie Susan responded promptly, "Yes, I’ll go prepare now."
Sitting on the sofa, Claire glanced around the living room environment and unintentionally spotted a mechanical dog roughly as tall as her knee. Its head was a square screen, its body composed of cold metal, making the entire dog look skeleton-like.
Perhaps staring for a few seconds.
The mechanical dog walked straight towards her, its movements mechanical, appearing comical, and its voice was a mechanical prepubescent tone: "Master, any commands?"
Claire was somewhat incredulous: "Is it calling me Master?"
"A newly developed product by the company, delivered here for testing a few days ago."
"It seems rather clumsy; it got the master wrong."
Before Keane could speak, the mechanical dog explained while raising its head, "I didn’t get the master wrong. It’s because my previous owner modified my program for me to recognize a new master."
As it spoke, subtitles automatically appeared on the screen, displaying an image similar to a system-resident Samoyed dog, all in snow white.
Claire’s interest perked up.
Yet, facing such a cold screen, she couldn’t help but enunciate clearly: "So who was your previous owner?"
"Your boyfriend."
Claire was momentarily taken aback by the mechanical dog’s words.
She turned to look at the man beside her.
But of course, she realized.
Previously at The Misty Rain Restaurant, he could discuss technological and electronic chip topics fluently with others; modifying programs might be child’s play for him.
"Could it be you were a science whiz before?" she couldn’t help but ask.
The man replied modestly, "Not quite."
Claire was a bit skeptical, turning to the mechanical dog and asked, "What can you do?"
"I can do a lot. You can ask me anything, and I’ll answer at any time."
Claire thought for a moment, then said to it, "I want to know my boyfriend’s college entrance exam scores."
The mechanical dog suddenly fell silent, leaving only six ellipses on the screen as if thinking or perhaps stalled.
Soon, it responded, "Master, my system has no information about your boyfriend’s college entrance exam scores."
"Then what information do you have about him?"
The screen directly showed a particularly simple personal profile, listing his name, age, height, weight, and relationship status.
Claire was dissatisfied: "Just this little bit of information, you don’t seem that impressive."
"If you say that, Master, I’m suspicious of you deliberately putting me in a difficult position."
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