Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go-Chapter 78: Are You Looking for Death?

In her heart, she ultimately couldn’t say it out loud.

From far away, she heard the sound of porcelain plates shattering on the ground.

Septima worriedly wanted to return.

Claire Prescott frowned and stopped her, "It’s just a broken plate, let them clean it up themselves."

"I’ll go see if anyone is hurt."

So.

Claire followed her into the courtyard.

From a distance, they heard the cousin asking her brother, "Is she really our relative? Clearly, she’s the one living under someone else’s roof, yet she makes it seem like we’re the ones who have fallen on hard times and sought refuge with her, even stirring trouble between us and Grandpa and Grandma..."

Before she finished speaking, Vincent Sinclair reminded her, and her voice stopped, following his gaze.

Those words she heard clearly; they should be grateful Septima’s hearing isn’t great and avoided a scolding.

But.

Just from that sharp glance, she seemed to see the true faces of her uncle’s family.

None of them considered her family, but saw her as an outsider living under someone else’s roof.

If that’s the case, she didn’t need to see them as relatives either.

The debris on the ground was cleaned up thoroughly, no one was hurt, which made Septima feel relieved, though she couldn’t help but chatter a bit, telling them to be more careful next time.

...

Ten PM.

Keane Lowell led a group of people out of an upscale restaurant.

Dressed in suits, their figures exuded an unusual pressure.

Milton Rivers extinguished his cigar and blocked him at the door.

"I’ve been looking for you for two days. What does it mean not answering my calls?"

"Must I answer your calls?"

Implying, does your weight in my heart really warrant that?

Milton Rivers clearly understood, "Alright, Lord Lowell is noble, out of my reach and beyond my means."

Keane Lowell glanced at him indifferently and moved.

Milton Rivers blocked him again with his body, lowering his tone, "Give me Face time for a drink, is it alright?"

"No time." His tone was indifferent, his face cold and unapproachable.

Ever since he took him to meet Jensen Hargrave and encountered the young doctor, asking him out later became exceedingly difficult, let alone these past two days.

Milton Rivers felt a bit helpless, his gaze inadvertently swept across his lips, only then noticing an injury. He couldn’t help but tease, "What happened to your lips, could it be the young doctor bit you?"

Once said, Milton Rivers was sharply eyed.

Only shorter than him by a centimeter or two, yet felt himself being crushed.

Top-notch nobles are born to look down from the clouds, never needing to care about anyone’s feelings.

Just one look made Milton Rivers cowardly, not daring to offend or desecrate again.

He stopped laughing, became serious, "No other people, all familiar faces, Ethan Lancaster is also here."

Upon hearing Ethan Lancaster’s name, Keane Lowell’s gaze paused slightly, a coldness in his eyes.

He coldly declared, "Knowing full well he fancies Claire, and specifically mentioning him to me, are you courting death?"

A faint threat came down upon him.

Milton Rivers fell silent, a chill down his spine.

Keane Lowell turned away, voice unhurried, "Since he’s here, tell him this: Claire is already mine, advise him to stop his scheming."

Immediately after, his leather shoe crushed Milton Rivers’s stretched foot.

Milton Rivers’s toes ached, making him frown.

Only to see him leave coldly without looking back, without giving him a chance to explain.

His tall, slender figure blended into the night, walking steadily, then bent and got into the back seat of the car.

The license plate was clearly untouchable, a symbol of nobility.

Milton Rivers felt helpless, silently cursed, suddenly recalled, the last to step on that foot was the young doctor he protected... 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

But...

It seems that the young doctor from Sinclair Apothecary really has him tightly wrapped around her finger.

Only that young doctor, no matter what she does to him, he won’t get angry.

The black Maybach vanished from sight, smoothly merging into traffic.

The city’s lights reflected through the car window on that elegant, stern face, hazy and unclear, making it hard to discern his emotions.

His phone vibrated audibly.

Upon seeing Claire Prescott’s message, the coldness in his eyes gradually melted away.

Just a simple sentence: [Thinking of you~]

With a cute emoji.

Clearly, they won’t meet tonight, yet she still tries to seduce him, as if digging a void, a loneliness within him.

For many years, he was alone, rarely swayed by anything, but since meeting her, his emotions have become richer.

Recalling the kiss from noon in the car, her warmth and taste still lingered vividly, didn’t expect the young girl to become so obedient.

What he taught her, she learned quickly.

Soft and alluring, stirring his desire, making him want to devour her whole, squeezing her tightly, his arm muscles bursting.

He opened the keyboard, replied: [Meet?]

After a while, she replied: [Rest early tonight, have to work tomorrow]

L: [See you tomorrow then]

Claire Prescott lay in bed, not wanting to type, sent a voice message over, "Tomorrow night I’m going out with my girlfriends, there was something at home today, postponed it till tomorrow..."

Gradually realizing.

This seems to be her first time sending him a voice message.

Keane Lowell directly played the voice message, her clear and soft voice resounded throughout the car.

In the driver’s seat ahead, Assistant Cheney clearly heard the content, somehow felt the intimate chatting atmosphere between the two, felt they showed off invisibly.

However, that young doctor indeed makes people fond just by looking, complements the boss’s character perfectly, truly a match made in heaven.

After listening, Keane Lowell slowly and deliberately typed a reply: [Alright, I’ll see you the night after tomorrow]

Soon, her three responses appeared in order: [Remember to take care of your injury, when we meet, I want to see it completely healed]

[Rest early]

[Goodnight.jpg]

...

The next day, Summer Solstice.

After lunch, Claire Prescott didn’t linger at home, opened an umbrella, went out, secretly bought a cup of iced mung bean smoothie from a small stall outside.

She drank it on the way back to Sinclair Apothecary.

She unfortunately encountered her cousin Stella Sinclair.

She walked directly towards her, staring straight at her, only her gaze wasn’t as sharp as last night, instead scrutinizing, her eyes gradually dimming.

Not familiar with her, Claire Prescott didn’t acknowledge her and passed by her.

Unknown to her, Stella Sinclair still looked back after passing, staring at her back intently, wondering what she might be thinking.

Upon returning to Sinclair Apothecary.

She leaned back in the chair, closed her eyes to relax, faintly sensed a shadow falling in from the door.

Her eyes opened wide, saw her uncle’s figure appear.

Though a middle-aged man, his gaze carried a shrewdness, not at all diminished by the vicissitudes.