Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go-Chapter 96: There Won’t Be an "If", Baby

His words were precise down to the second, sounding like he was rushing home desperately, proving that he hadn’t forgotten the promise he made to her back then.

The afternoon’s deception was also glossed over carelessly, leaving people with no way to deal with him.

Claire Prescott’s eyes lowered slightly as she looked at those thin, moist lips, "Did you drink?"

She heard him hum in response.

Claire held the hand on her cheek, leaned closer to him, and sniffed playfully, "It seems you drank quite a bit."

"Not drunk."

His voice was deep and steady. Even when he walked over earlier, there was no sign of drunkenness. His eyes were as noble and profound as ever, with a meticulously tied tie exuding elegance and courteousness, and the buttons of the shirt beneath fastened rigorously all the way up, his entire being emanating an air of abstinent detachment.

Yet there was a hint of authority.

Making her feel as if she were far away from him, longing to be closer.

So, Claire Prescott stood on tiptoe, and just as her lips were about to land on his cheek, she suddenly stopped, returning to her original spot, gazing at him intently.

As if deciding where would be best to kiss.

"Why didn’t you kiss?" The man’s eyes were deep as he looked at her.

The next moment.

Claire Prescott hooked around his neck and gently pecked the corner of his lips.

The soft, warm sensation didn’t bring any particular taste but seemed to send a current straight to the heart.

As she withdrew, the man suddenly clasped her slender waist, lifted her onto the desk, and immediately captured her lips in a kiss.

At a level distance, it was effortless to kiss.

The man’s breath mingled with alcohol poured over her as he kissed deeply with intensity.

That taste didn’t repel her; instead, she found it somewhat refreshing, albeit a little overwhelming, making her want to retreat instinctively.

As he pressed closer, her heart seemed electrified, pounding fiercely.

When she opened her eyes, they met his dark, heated gaze.

Perhaps due to the influence of alcohol, the man did not hide his desire for her.

Claire Prescott naturally understood that look.

Her eyes flickered, "I... I need to take a shower."

The man trapped her between his body and arms, his voice warm and deep, "Together."

Leaving her no room to refuse.

Keane Lowell held her gently, carried her through the doors straight into the bathroom...

Both kissing and coaxing, he brought her into the bathtub.

Claire Prescott, bewildered, went along with him.

Just like when she decided to live here with him, she initially thought they would each have a room, with their rooms just next to each other, but since she arrived, her room has never been opened.

It was completely locked, and when asked, the response was the key is missing.

Then it naturally followed they slept in the same bed every day...

Her hair was tied high in a full, disheveled bun, leaning against Keane’s chest.

The steam from the water enveloped them, the dense foam floating up, covering her shoulders and neck, concealing her unclad body.

Her face, porcelain and smooth, seemed like a pure, delicate white lotus, shockingly beautiful, with long, neatly curled lashes tinged by the mist, exuding natural charm, pure yet alluring.

The man washed her fingers one by one, even though he had done it before.

Yet this tender care made her feel even more embarrassed than when being intimate with him, her mind uncontrollably chaotic.

In a daze.

A ring suddenly slipped onto her right middle finger, her heart tightened, and she lifted her hand to take a look.

It was a slender gold ring.

Seeing the ring instantly threw her heart and breath into disorder.

"You..." Claire Prescott looked at him, flustered.

Keane Lowell explained calmly, "It doesn’t mean anything, just to ward off unwanted attention. I feel more at ease with it on."

Relieved, Claire laid back into his embrace.

She raised her right hand under the light to admire the glow of the ring, feeling strangely tethered at heart.

Gradually.

She noticed the engraving on the simple band: L, and his birthday 0212.

She withdrew her hand and unconsciously began to play with his, her voice muffled, "I think you’re the one who needs it. I’ll prepare one for you someday, so those other girls don’t covet you, eyeing you hungrily..."

"Last night Skye tried hard to get close to you, don’t think I didn’t see she liked—"

Before finishing her sentence.

Her side was gently pinched by the man, a wave of tingling quickly spreading, making her let out a sensitive moan and instinctively pulled away a bit.

Keane glanced down, meeting Claire Prescott’s embarrassed gaze.

He spoke lowly, "Why bring her up out of nowhere."

Claire righted her head, said nothing.

Her eyes unfocused, gazed at the white foam on the water, memories suddenly flashed back to that day at the manor, recalling the sultry words spoken by those two voluptuous women, "Men with passionate hearts are the best to reel in".

Though it had been a while, thinking back now, especially after last night, really did stir a little sense of crisis in her.

"If someday someone really tried to get close to you, and seduce you into having an affa—"

This time, Keane Lowell directly covered her mouth.

Her words swallowed back down.

As his hand pulled away, Claire spit out some foam, wiped her mouth with a towel.

His voice, falling from above, "What nonsensical thoughts, am I so easy to scheme against?"

"What if?"

Keane patiently embraced her entire body, softly coaxed, "There won’t be a ’what if’, darling."

Dar...

ling?

Claire Prescott froze, a tingling sensation rippling up her scalp, her voice choking in her throat.

Even though the term was incredibly cheesy.

Yet from his mouth, surprisingly deep and tender, it swept past her ear into her heart, eliciting ripples one after another.

As the echo faded, leaving a void.

Craving something to fill it.

She tightened her throat, told him, "You better remember what you just said."

"I promise."

The words once uttered, left Claire completely reassured, even though it was merely a verbal promise, she believed he would follow through.

She turned around, facing him.

The water in the pool gently stirred like waves, lapping against her shoulder.

The foam silently swirled around her, her elegant collarbone and snowy curves faintly visible, exuding irresistible allure.

Claire Prescott braced herself forward.

The man let out a muffled groan, his eyes deep as he looked at her, tinged with some disbelief.

Didn’t expect her to be so bold.

"Not planning to sleep early tonight?"

Even before that moment, her face was already thoroughly red, but she still spoke, "Resisting isn’t good, you drank, the time shouldn’t be long."

Her voice was incredibly soft, filled with concern for him.

The man’s eyes turned particularly deep.

Without waiting for him to make any move, Claire Prescott leaned in, kissing him passionately, fingertips lightly trailing...

The person who had been sitting by the edge of the tub straightened, embracing her, turning passive into active, seizing the initiative.

Gradually...

The water temperature cooled in the long endless night, splattering around the tub.

The man demonstrated through action, how long time could last.