Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go-Chapter 75: How Did the Scar Come

Keane Lowell looked at her with deep eyes.

Her smile was exceptionally light, her eyes crystal clear, brighter than the sunlight outside, with an unmatched clarity and liveliness.

Yet, her smile made him feel somewhat helpless.

Claire Prescott accidentally fell into the man’s unfathomable gaze. She put away her smile and said to him, "Do you mean you’re staying here too?"

"Yes."

She pressed her lips together, pondered for a moment, and said to him, "Then I want our rooms to be next to each other. Preferably, I’ll see you back by 10 every night before I’m willing to stay here."

This statement inexplicably seemed like a coaxing to get her to stay here.

Keane Lowell added some soup to her bowl, pampering her, "Whatever you say."

"Can you guarantee you’ll be back before 10 every day?"

"Yes." He didn’t hesitate, asking calmly, "When will you move in?"

Claire Prescott was caught in a dilemma, "I still have to think about how to tell my grandparents."

...

After lunch.

Claire Prescott was preparing disinfectant care products on the sofa.

Auntie Susan couldn’t help but be drawn in by her presence, slowing her actions as she wiped the dining table.

However, the moment she heard Keane Lowell’s footsteps coming downstairs, she wisely averted her gaze.

Before long, Keane discreetly sent her off to work elsewhere.

He seemed to have a very strong purpose...

Keane Lowell walked over to Claire Prescott, sat beside her, seeing her ready with a cotton swab dipped in medicine, everything set as if waiting for him.

No extra words.

Her hand reached out for his chin.

Keane Lowell grasped her wrist, gently said, "Sit on my lap."

Without waiting for her to refuse, he exerted a little force, wrapped her slender waist, and sat her horizontally on his lap.

"From now on, you have to sit on my lap to pinch my chin."

"..." Claire Prescott was slightly stunned, gradually realizing the invasion of this move, "Why do I have to sit on your lap to pinch?"

"No reason."

Ultimately, overwhelmed by his gaze, Claire Prescott didn’t ask further.

She was about to apply the medicine to him but was blocked by him again.

She looked at him helplessly, "What’s wrong?"

The man’s voice was rational and calm, "Before applying the medicine, I want to kiss you. We didn’t kiss today."

...

No kissing today...

It seemed like kissing had become a daily routine for them.

The man’s handsome and noble face was so close, her heart couldn’t help but race, falling for his words, yet she resisted, "Today and tomorrow won’t happen, wait until your wound heals."

Seeing her firm tone, Keane changed his words, "Then let’s just cuddle for a while."

After a moment of silence, Claire Prescott opened her arms, hugged his neck, pressed against his chest, tightly embracing him.

However, before feeling the tranquility, she heard him ask, "You still haven’t told me how your back got hurt."

Bringing this up.

Claire Prescott’s eyes darkened, her body unconsciously tensed a bit.

A not-so-good memory replayed in her mind.

She said casually, "Accidentally bumped into a rock."

The man pursued unrelentingly, "Did you do it yourself or did someone push you?"

She said reluctantly, in brief, "In high school, someone didn’t like me and took action when I was unwell, accidentally bumping into a rock."

"Did it hurt?" The man’s deep voice laced with compassion.

"It hurt a lot then, now I don’t feel anything." She hugged him tightly, suddenly joked, "I’m yours now. If I say your name, no one would dare bully me."

The previously somber atmosphere was instantly dispersed by her words.

The young girl used to tell him things with emotions involved, now passing by lightly, obviously covering up something, but her tenderness made it impossible for him to blame her.

He couldn’t help but tighten his grip around her waist, his voice soft and steady, "If anyone dares to hurt you, I’ll make them pay tenfold, a hundredfold."

Upon hearing this.

Claire Prescott immediately recalled the scene from that night when a creep targeted her, and Keane lost it, beating someone up.

She believed, when he said such things, he definitely could do it in the future.

However, she never wanted to witness such a scene again.

Actually.

The story behind the scar wasn’t entirely as she said.

It was because back then, the people who bullied Zara Leighton often "fought back" and, out of spite, shifted their target onto her.

That night, a group of them came.

They even hired a few people who had been to prison, cornering her at the alley.

And when it rained, there were hardly any adults around.

As she retreated, people behind surrounded her, trapping her in an encirclement.

Their figures were dark and imposing, the sound of raindrops on the umbrella surface intensifying her fear, but the mastermind’s aim was to humiliate her.

For an instant, she felt alone and helpless, the world turning gray.

When they pressed closer, she used the umbrella as a tool, pushing and striking randomly, deliberately poking their eyes with it.

Until the umbrella broke apart, a tall and strong man directly tore the umbrella surface apart.

Her fear kept growing, and she was running a high fever then, her head dizzy, coupled with heavy rain splashing on her face, blurring her vision.

Like a tug-of-war, she got dragged by the man to a shadowy corner where the camera couldn’t capture her.

She had no idea where she got the strength from, she snatched the umbrella back from the man’s hand, violently stabbing toward his face, blinding one of his eyes.

Hearing the man’s screams.

She shivered all over, faintly hearing sirens, but when she wanted to leave, his accomplice tripped her up, keeping her from escaping.

Once the man recovered from the pain, he charged at her, dragging her back to that corner, suddenly picking a sharp-edged stone, smashing it against her shoulder.

She desperately tried to dodge, but the blow landed on her shoulder blade.

The scene was terrifying, she didn’t want to recall the incident from that day, but fortunately, the scar was on her back, so as long as she couldn’t see it, she wouldn’t think back to that night.

But last night was an exception.

Overwhelmed by emotions, she forgot about the scar on her back.

However...

At the moment he discovered it, her first thought was, would he resent her for the scar, maybe because she liked him so much, plus, Keane Lowell’s background is great, so outstanding and unique, what she wants to show him is also flawless.

Yet, that moment’s gloom instantly shattered by the extreme joy Keane brought her, followed by a complete mind blank.

Claire Prescott smiled lightly, "With you around, I already feel so at ease."

She no longer craved his warmth, releasing her hold.

Then she tossed the cotton swab in her hand, picked up a new one, dipped it in the solution, and gently applied medicine to his wound.