Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go-Chapter 95: Liar Lou

She gently tugged at the corner of her mouth, inexplicably feeling a bit pathetic, but she still smiled and replied, "I’ll go find the teacher to familiarize myself with the positions and dance moves first."

That smile was more pitiful than crying.

After undergoing a change of roles and falling from grace, she could still act so calmly. It seemed she already knew who she had offended.

It’s just a pity...

The director finally sighed.

...

Today, Sinclair Apothecary was unusually quiet, with the sunlight filling the space beautifully.

At four in the afternoon, Claire Prescott sent a message to Keane Lowell: [I’m staying at my place tonight, so I won’t come over to yours.]

As soon as she sent the message,

she saw the words "The recipient is typing..." appear at the top of the screen.

Then, nothing happened...

Claire Prescott stared at that grey icon for a while until a patient came in, completely interrupting her train of thought.

She put her phone away and got back to work.

Until the end of her shift, the man did not reply to her message.

Not knowing what was going on, she looked at her contacts, and coincidentally, the man called her.

She swiped to answer.

His voice came through the receiver, "The driver is here to pick you up and take you back to Azure Court."

His tone was extremely cold and authoritarian.

Claire Prescott asked, "Didn’t you see the message I sent you?"

"No, I didn’t."

That simple response left Claire momentarily taken aback, slightly changing her impression of him.

She didn’t indulge him and bluntly exposed his lie, "You clearly saw my message. Lying is for the naughty ones."

After a brief silence,

Keane Lowell’s deep, magnetic voice sounded, "When life is peaceful, you want to kick me aside. Don’t even think about it."

"I..." Claire Prescott was lost for words, "I haven’t kicked you aside. I just can’t find an excuse to tell my grandpa why I’m staying out."

Keane Lowell’s voice remained patient, "That little trick of yours can’t fool Elder Sinclair. He already knows we’re living together."

"Claire, living together with your boyfriend isn’t something to hide." 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

... Claire Prescott suddenly fell silent.

While both sides were engulfed in silence,

she heard someone on the other end urging him, seemingly because he was still busy.

Not wanting to interrupt him further, Claire Prescott said, "I understand, you carry on with your work. I won’t disturb you."

After speaking, she hung up the phone.

Hesitating for a moment, she lifted the curtain and looked outside.

The black car was parked right in front of her window; it was the same car that brought her here this morning.

It seemed that as long as she did not make a decision, it would not leave.

No.

If she did not return to Azure Court, it would remain parked there.

Yet, the old physician always urged her to be reserved, reserved. Was he really turning a blind eye to her cohabitation with Keane Lowell?

Ultimately, with no other choice, she hugged two medical books and once again left without prior notice, getting into the driver’s car to return to Azure Court.

At home, it was just her and Auntie Susan.

While she ate dinner alone, she could always sense Auntie Susan watching her. When their eyes met, Auntie Susan would avoid her gaze, or she would just smile at her.

"Does Auntie Susan like me?" Claire Prescott asked with a smile on her face, her tone slightly assertive.

Auntie Susan was momentarily taken aback.

She never expected her to ask such a question.

Not hiding it anymore, Auntie Susan warmly said, "Miss, you’re lively and endearing, and as you are someone Master holds dear, of course, I like you very much."

Ever since this young lady arrived, the whole villa seemed to have come to life.

Growing up in the grand estate, Master was strict and meticulous, polite in one aspect, handsome in another, yet his aura could be intimidating, especially when he was taking business calls.

It’s said that before she came, Master dismissed many servants for not meeting his standards.

The previous servant did everything well, but one day, while working upstairs, she accidentally overheard Master’s conversation, which scared her nearly to the point of falling from the stairs.

Master fired her, and that’s when Auntie Susan took over.

Working with The Lowell Family for many years and being appointed from the grand estate over there, she’d only had scant opportunities to see Master face to face, especially in the six years he spent abroad, leaving the villa cold and quiet. But whenever he returned, the atmosphere became even colder.

However, ever since Master started dating, he seemed like a different person.

He became warmer.

Evidently, it’s the presence of this young lady in front of her that brought about this change.

Engulfed in silence.

Claire Prescott thought for a while and said in a soft voice, "Auntie Susan, after dinner, I’ll take a look at your hand."

Auntie Susan was stunned, "Miss, how did you notice there was something wrong with my hand?"

"I saw you frowning and massaging your hand in the kitchen just now."

Auntie Susan instinctively rubbed the joint between her thumb and forefinger, "I don’t know what’s wrong today. When wringing the towel, my thumb hurt terribly, and I didn’t dare to bend it. Once bent, it hurt even more."

"It should be tenosynovitis, caused by joint strain."

"Then please, Miss, have a look after dinner."

"Sure."

After examining it post-dinner, it indeed was a problem with the sheath.

"The condition is quite severe. If a needle is used, it will be very painful, and you probably won’t be able to bear it."

Auntie Susan looked serious, "Then Miss, how should it be treated?"

"Tomorrow when I head back to the clinic, I’ll have someone deliver the medicine to you. Once you receive it, apply it to this part of your wrist for about twenty minutes, and do it for three consecutive days."

Claire Prescott explained while gesturing at the area of application.

Auntie Susan looked at her gratefully, "Alright, thank you, Miss."

Saying this, she was about to get her money.

Claire quickly stopped her, "No need, it’s just a few packets of medicine, I’m not taking your money. But with an injury here, you must avoid putting strain on it, or it will be hard to heal. It’s best to take a few days off to rest."

"Alright, I’ll consider it."

After this matter was resolved,

Claire Prescott went upstairs to the study to focus on her medical books.

Yet, by ten o’clock, the man still had not come back. The entire house was so quiet you could hardly hear a sound, faintly sensing the darkness enveloping the outside.

In an instant, her heart seemed to fall into an empty void, with a great sense of unease invading her mind.

She closed the book and was about to return to the bedroom to take a shower when the door to the study was pushed open from the outside.

It happened so suddenly that it startled her for a moment.

Soon after, she saw the man appear before her, dressed impeccably in a suit.

The unease in her heart vanished in an instant, and she breathed a sigh of relief, pouting as she looked at his dignified face, "Keane the Liar."

Keane Lowell paused mid-step, looking at her with deep, helpless eyes.

This nickname, she’s the only one who dares to give him and dare to call him this to his face.

He slowly walked up to her, raised his hand to gently touch her face, "Still upset about me not replying to your message?"

Claire Prescott looked up at him, "You brought me here, yet you weren’t around. You promised to be back by ten, and now what time is it?"

Her clear, bright eyes seemed to shimmer, pure and sparkling, with a hint of coquettishness.

Keane Lowell couldn’t help but soften, "I was in the living room at 9:59 and 50 seconds, came upstairs after a sip of water to see you, didn’t lie to you."