Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go-Chapter 74: I Won’t Let You Be Disappointed

Under the sunlight.

The villa’s shadow walls are carved, surrounded by tall trees, with a canal flowing behind, creating a tranquil and serene environment.

Downstairs, the man is on the phone, his voice deep and magnetic.

He’s speaking in German.

Discussing work-related matters.

Auntie Susan stands silently on the side, waiting for him to finish the call before daring to approach.

"Sir, should the breakfast be heated again, or shall we start preparing lunch?"

The young lady hasn’t woken up yet.

It’s truly the first time seeing a woman beside the young master, and with such careful attention to the young lady, she dared not be carefree, so she couldn’t make up her mind for a moment.

Keane Lowell hesitates briefly, responding in a calm voice: "Reheat the soup first, then prepare lunch."

"Alright."

The next moment, he puts down his phone and strides upstairs.

In the past, the young girl would always wake up a few minutes before him; today was rare to see her sleeping in till late morning.

His gaze sweeps across the rumpled bed sheets, focusing on the open bathroom, and he steadily walks inside.

At the time, Claire Prescott is twisting a towel to wipe her face, seeing Keane Lowell’s reflection appear in the mirror, her movement pauses, and she meets his gaze in the mirror.

The man wears a fine, ascetic black shirt, his handsome face dignified as usual, without a trace of fatigue from last night’s ordeal, yet his aura is brighter and calmer than usual.

After last night, she felt a bit unsure about how to face him in broad daylight.

Just inexplicably, it seemed their relationship had subtly changed, as if a thick bond entwined them together.

In the silent exchange, Keane Lowell walks over to her, embracing her from behind.

The shirt she’s wearing is the one he put on her last night; naturally, he knows there’s nothing underneath.

Just unexpected, her small shoulder bones hold up his clothes with a pure and clean charm; her skin is white as early snow, with long hair draped over her shoulders, making her look extremely obedient.

"What time is it?" Claire Prescott asks, turning to look at him, her eyes glittering as if they reflected his shadow.

Keane Lowell responds instinctively gently: "Eleven o’clock."

Watching her eyes widen slightly, she messily rubs her face with the towel.

He reassures her: "Elder Sinclair called you a few times this morning, I’ve already spoken to him on your behalf, no need to rush."

Claire Prescott pauses.

Soon realizing something amiss.

She asks him: "What did you say to my grandfather?"

"What else could I say, can’t exactly tell him the truth, that we last night..."

Before he finishes, Claire Prescott turns around in his arms, hurriedly covering his mouth.

As their gazes clash, her eyes involuntarily soften a bit.

As she withdraws her hand, the red swollen wound on his lower lip is clearly revealed before her eyes.

Last night’s scene floats back into her mind, her mood becomes slightly complicated.

She looks up at his eyes, calmly saying: "The wound seems a bit serious, haven’t you applied any medicine?"

"No, I haven’t."

Claire Prescott’s eyes deepen, suddenly pulling his hand to lead him outside.

Yet, near the doorway, his steps halt, reminding her: "Change your clothes first."

Upon hearing that.

Claire Prescott immediately realizes what she’s wearing, her face flushes red in an instant.

Hesitant for a moment, she says to him: "Then...you go downstairs first, get the ointment ready and wait for me, I’ll apply it for you."

...

After taking clothes into the bathroom to change.

Claire Prescott gradually calms down.

Realizing.

Keane Lowell always prepares elegant dresses for her, ankle-length, with necklines covered completely, and they’re almost always white.

However, each one is quite unique, without losing a sense of design.

After glancing at herself in the mirror a few times, she doesn’t waste any more time and heads downstairs.

The man stands tall by the dining table waiting for her. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Simultaneously, Auntie Susan brings out the soup, affectionately calling her to drink it.

Still the same kindness as last night, for some reason, the aunt seems to really like her, not causing her the usual awkwardness of waking late at someone else’s place.

Claire Prescott responds with a smile, "Alright."

Then steps over to the man, leaning lightly against him: "Have you had breakfast?"

"I have."

After the man courteously moves a chair for her to sit, Claire Prescott looks at the pot of rich soup, suddenly feeling a bit hungry.

At that moment, Auntie Susan has already returned to the kitchen to prepare lunch, leaving the entire dining room to the two of them.

Keane Lowell slowly and methodically serves a bowl of soup in front of her, then sits beside her.

"First, check your pulse, see what you should drink to recuperate, next time I’ll have Auntie Susan make it for you."

Claire Prescott had just reached for the bowl when hearing his blunt words, her face turns red.

Yet the man maintains seriousness, without any hint of teasing in his tone, secretly hinting there would be many more times in the future.

She lightly stirs the soup in the bowl, retorting: "It’s more fitting if I check your pulse."

Keane Lowell pauses for a moment.

Understanding her underlying meaning, unconsciously curling his lips into a small smile, "Seems last night I didn’t satisfy you, how about trying again tonight?"

His words are filled with deep meaning.

Claire Prescott turns her head to look at him, but seeing those deep alluring eyes, her gaze softens and she swallows back the words of rebuttal.

She shyly bows her head, taking sip after sip of the soup.

After a while, she can’t help but sharing information with him: "After intimacy, the body doesn’t need special supplements, but you could brew some red date and wolfberry tea, or have light soups for protein, like the soup Auntie made today."

After she finishes seriously, Keane Lowell quietly looks at the side of her face.

Being a doctor herself, it’s not surprising she knows this information, yet something feels slightly off.

Today she is like a different person, seeming more gentle and considerate.

Just thinking thus, the solution breaks instantly.

"But..." Claire Prescott suddenly lifts her eyes to him, "If there’s a problem in that aspect, then supplements are needed, but you don’t have to worry, I’ll help you check."

"..."

Keane Lowell’s gaze suddenly thickens, as if intending to engulf her.

Ultimately defeated by her, even getting countered by her tease.

He speaks in a deep voice: "Rest assured, I won’t let you feel unsatisfied."

Claire Prescott nearly chokes on her soup.

Keane Lowell watches, no longer provoking her and changes the subject: "I’ll transfer the property here to you. If you’re not fond of that place, you can stay here instead, I’ll arrange a driver to take you to and from work."

Claire Prescott is momentarily stunned.

After a pause, she says to him: "Actually..., I’m not lacking houses."

Keane Lowell follows her words with: "Then what are you lacking?"

She hesitates a moment, finally expressing her thought: "I’m afraid of living alone, the bigger the house, the less secure it feels."

It’s not that she doesn’t like it here.

But she wants someone to accompany her, someone who can provide a sense of security.

She accepts Keane Lowell’s kindness openly, but moving out was merely looking for peace, she doesn’t intend to leave her grandparents to live outside for long.

"Am I not a person?"

Claire Prescott freezes, her expression somewhat stiffened, then inexplicably finds amusement in his words, surprised that such a stable rational person would say something like this.