Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go-Chapter 85: Kiss When We Get Home

Apparently, the small doctor knew about Zara Leighton being with Milton Rivers, lost control of his emotions, and sped away.

Shelby Thorne should be grateful that cup of hot water didn’t splash onto the small doctor.

"All relevant videos from last night have been taken down, and there’s no negative commentary about Zara Leighton online. Milton Rivers has handled everything cleanly. Also, Miss Prescott’s aunt is coming out of the police station this afternoon."

Keane Lowell’s eyes grew slightly darker.

After a brief consideration, he ordered in a deep voice, "Push back this afternoon’s schedule."

Assistant Cheney was momentarily stunned, calmly asked, "And tonight’s banquet?"

"Postponed."

Two words, concise and decisive as always.

Assistant Cheney acknowledged with a word and left the boss’s office.

Already secretly guessing, the boss is leaving the company this afternoon.

Going bold with his guess.

The boss is going to see the small doctor at Sinclair Apothecary.

Indeed.

The boss signed the last document, took his laptop, left the company, and headed to Sinclair Apothecary with his driver...

...

Keane Lowell went into Sinclair Apothecary with a bouquet of flowers, his driver carrying cake and fruit drinks behind him.

The display was a bit grandiose, hard for Tiger at the counter to ignore, but he simply watched as Keane Lowell headed toward Claire Prescott’s consulting room, unfazed by his presence there.

At that moment, the consulting room was empty.

The driver placed the items steadily on the table and then left.

Before long, the small doctor returned.

Seeing the man appear in her consulting room, Claire Prescott was momentarily unresponsive but immediately, her eyes brightened, and she hugged him close, "Why did you come over?"

A unique, crisp woody scent lingered at the tip of her nose, the light embrace giving her a feeling of being surrounded by cedar and roses.

But...

She let go of him almost instantly, considering it a public setting, wary of patients inadvertently witnessing the scene, which could have ill effects.

Yet, as she released her embrace, he encircled her waist.

Looking up, the man lowered his head and captured her lips.

Claire Prescott’s heart tightened momentarily, her hand resting against his chest, turning her head slightly.

The kiss ended hastily.

"Let’s kiss again when we’re home tonight, not here." Her voice sounded gentle even to herself.

Realizing what she said, she felt a rush of frustration, blushing deeply, knowing it was too late to explain.

Keane Lowell smiled, slowly released her, and responded, "Alright."

Claire Prescott’s hanging heart relaxed slightly.

Upon seeing the pink roses and food laid on the table, her eyes sparkled and her heart felt warm, "What brings you here today?"

"To work from here."

Claire Prescott was momentarily stunned, not questioning why, she promptly prepared a workspace for him. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Over by the window beside her, worried about him getting sunburned, she specially drew the curtains down.

While doing all this, she told him about the coincidences at noon, "...I’ve already arranged to sign and transfer ownership tonight."

However, Keane Lowell immediately sensed something was off.

In a short two-hour lunch break, she went so far away and managed to return to work punctually.

"No lunch."

A statement of fact, not a question.

Claire Prescott froze, puzzled by how he guessed it.

Upon meeting his calm, deep eyes, she sensed an odd tension.

Seemed as if she’d been reprimanded by him.

"I just ate a little on the way." She quickly switched his focus by taking out the cake he brought, lightly, "How did you know I love snacks? I also adore the fruit tea you brought."

The only flaw was, the fruit tea was at room temperature, surprisingly without ice.

Seeing her full of energy, Keane Lowell’s gaze softened, "Glad you like it."

However, the next moment, she took out the keyboard, opened one cake box after another, tucked them in the keyboard drawer, after cleaning the table, she wore gloves, took a piece from the drawer and ate.

Sneaky, yet humorous.

He moved silently behind her, went to the seat by the window, suddenly asked her, "Is there a rule at Sinclair Apothecary against eating in the consulting room?"

Claire Prescott shook her head, "No, but being seen by patients during work hours isn’t great. Although it’s a private clinic, it’s still important to maintain an image."

Upon tasting the filling inside, she unabashedly displayed enjoyment, sincerely, "So delicious, even better than the pastry shop near the university town! Where did you get it?"

"You’ve had it before."

Claire Prescott puzzled, "When was that?"

She had no recollection at all.

The man replied in a low voice, "At The Jade Pavilion, first time I invited you for afternoon tea."

Upon hearing the invitation for afternoon tea, Claire Prescott immediately recalled when and where the scene unfolded.

Back then she was so nervous, stuffing the cake into her mouth, not even savoring the taste, not remembering it wasn’t surprising.

Who knew he genuinely wanted to calmly invite her to sit for afternoon tea.

Nevertheless, those days were behind them now.

Yet, recalling it now gives a sense of being caught off guard, she just showcased how she tried this amazing treat for the first time.

Claire Prescott quietly sipped on her fruit drink, suddenly noticed someone had registered on the computer screen.

She promptly removed her gloves, squeezed some hand cleanser at the sink for cleaning and disinfecting, returned neatly to her seat.

Keane Lowell observed all of it.

Couldn’t help but ponder.

Sitting next to her, could he truly concentrate on working calmly?

Then.

A man in his thirties, with greasy, matted black hair, appeared at the door.

Initially, he stared at Claire Prescott for a while, then looked at Keane Lowell next to her, his gaze particularly clingy, with a menacing scar on his left cheek stretching brutally to his neck, giving an impression of an enigmatic origin.

The man struck a pose with one hand in his pocket, approached Claire Prescott, sat opposite her on the chair.

Meanwhile, Tiger at the entrance ran over uneasily to take a look, and upon seeing Keane Lowell there, he relaxed a bit, silently returned to the counter.

Claire Prescott wasn’t frightened by the man’s appearance, just a tad more alert, calmly asked, "What’s bothering you?"

The scarred man subconsciously glanced at Keane Lowell, with an air of wariness, bluntly asked, "Who’s he?"

"A friend of mine."

"I’m here for a consultation, won’t your friend hear my privacy? Isn’t that inappropriate?"

Claire Prescott maintained a calm tone, "If you don’t wish to consult, you may see another doctor."

In one sentence, the scarred man was rendered speechless.

Yet he refused to leave, silently lingering there, gaze lowered, plotting something in secret.

At that moment, Claire Prescott urged, "If you’re not consulting, please leave, others are waiting."