Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go-Chapter 102: Claiming Sovereignty

The man’s ash-gray shirt was tucked into his trousers, and his tall stature was like jade.

The ceiling lights cast their glow upon him, clearly outlining his features. His cold, deep presence was inescapable, and his ink-black eyes, calm and watching, carried a subtle oppressive aura.

It gave off a feeling of keeping strangers at a distance, pushing her far away.

Claire Prescott steadied herself.

For some unknown reason, she felt hesitant to approach him.

She took a step, then suddenly ran towards him, wrapping her arms around his firm waist and leaning on his shoulder.

Keane Lowell’s gaze shifted away from Ethan Lancaster and he looked down at the person in his arms.

He raised his hand to embrace Claire Prescott’s delicate and slender frame, his eyes softening unconsciously.

"What brings you here?" he asked gently.

Claire Prescott remained silent, simply holding onto him, soaking in his presence.

The fresh woody scent he carried made her feel especially at ease, too much so to speak, content just to be held by him like this.

"Were you bullied?"

Her response was still silence.

Keane coaxed her, "I’ll take you to confront them."

Hearing this.

Claire Prescott quickly pulled away from the tender attachment and explained, "Nobody bullied me, I just feel a little down."

She immediately shifted the conversation, "And also... a bit hungry."

Her face in the bright light appeared pale, like a clear, soft moon, easily stirring a desire to possess.

Keane Lowell noticed the deep fatigue hidden in her eyes.

He gently stroked the back of her head, his voice low as usual, "First, come with me to visit a patient, and then I’ll take you for dinner."

As Claire Prescott became puzzled, Keane had already grasped her hand, intertwining their fingers, leading her toward the intensive care unit without allowing her to refuse.

It was the room where Ethan Lancaster’s father was staying. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

They passed by Ethan Lancaster, who remained motionless, as Keane Lowell entered the room, giving him only a brief glance.

His gaze was as indifferent as water, carrying an unspoken aura of authority and awe, a dominating presence achieving victory without formality.

Ethan Lancaster stood frozen, his eyes desolate, his body gradually becoming numb and cold.

He had just witnessed with his own eyes; as soon as Keane Lowell appeared, the young girl’s entire being became more lively, like a gust of wind rushing toward someone, she wholeheartedly committed herself to someone other than him, gentle and selfless.

The voice she used was one he had never heard, soft and obedient.

Leaving aside her demeanor, she was entirely different from the person he had known.

It turns out that underneath her usual gentle serenity and untamed stubbornness, she looked like this in front of someone she liked.

And he hadn’t expected Keane Lowell, usually so indifferent and aloof, would not hesitate to stand up for her without asking, pampering her this way, the two of them so close, truly resembling a couple deeply in love for a long time.

Ethan Lancaster gradually came back to his senses, looking at the closed door, inadvertently meeting the bodyguard’s gaze, a chill gradually emerging in his eyes.

Within the room.

The Lancaster Family members were particularly surprised seeing the two walk in hand in hand, nearly speechless from shock, having not expected someone unrelated to their family to appear here.

"How is Father’s health?" Keane spoke up.

Facing the person on the hospital bed, his eyes were deep and unperturbed, revealing no emotion, his tone was one of inquiry, but not of concern.

When Mr. Lancaster met their gaze, Claire Prescott instinctively tightened her grip on Keane’s hand, leaning slightly behind him.

Mr. Lancaster noticed the nervous gesture and replied deeply, "The body is no longer in any serious condition, thank you for making a special trip to see me."

"I came to pick up Claire from work, and just dropped by to check on you. Since you’re alright, we won’t disturb your rest any longer."

With that, Keane politely took his leave, leading Claire Prescott out without looking back.

In and out in less than two minutes, conveying just one intention.

That was, he came specifically to pick up Claire Prescott, just stopping by to visit.

Even though he said it was a detour, their family hardly had any dealings with him. Clearly, he was here to assert his claim.

Their intention was so blatant, how could they miss it.

Claire Prescott quietly followed his steps. Just as they stepped out of the hospital, she couldn’t help but ask, "Are you very familiar with The Lancaster Family?"

Keane replied, "Not familiar."

"Then earlier..." Claire was stopped in her tracks, looking at his composed side profile, suddenly understanding something.

Though she had noticed he was proving their current relationship, she never expected that they weren’t familiar.

It turns out he had barged into someone’s hospital room unexpectedly.

She was at a loss for words, unsure of what to say to him.

He had obviously come knowing what happened to her that afternoon, and from the moment he appeared, she sensed something was off.

Moreover, his subtle way of taking her to visit Ethan Lancaster’s father was clearly a display of jealousy.

But...

Something still felt wrong.

At the parking spot.

Keane suddenly stopped, and in the dim glow of the street lamp, he noticed someone coming out of the hospital.

Seeing them walking toward him.

He looked down briefly.

"Upset again?"

Claire Prescott shook her head, "No, I just feel your actions earlier were a bit abrupt."

"Don’t want them to know we’re together?"

"Of course not."

"Then prove it to me."

Claire was taken aback, puzzled by his obscure gaze.

Keane spoke in a low voice, "Kiss me, and I’ll believe you."

Claire Prescott felt helpless at his out-of-the-blue request, "Do we have to do this?"

"If you don’t want to, then never mind." He didn’t force her, but his tone was indifferent.

Claire instinctively grasped his hand, looking up into his deep eyes.

Hesitating slightly.

Suddenly, she rose on tiptoe, inching closer to his lips.

She cupped her eyes lightly. A fleeting kiss, like a dragonfly skimming the water, landed exactly at the corner of his mouth, her breath brushing past like silk, leaving no ripples.

His lips were cool.

And at that moment when she descended, the man suddenly pursued, his large palm lightly caressing her nape, easily parting her lips.

Not forcefully.

Claire Prescott let him lead, accepting this kiss of his.

Only.

Not knowing if it was due to her mood or something else, she felt his kiss lacked any emotion, rather, it felt like a kiss for the sake of a kiss.

In summary, it felt very different from before.

The kiss ended.

Claire Prescott pursed her lips, looking at him with confusion in her eyes.

She followed his gaze to turn around.

Only to see Ethan Lancaster standing in a place not far from them, about five meters away, watching them directly.

Claire’s body instantly stiffened, a burning blush swiftly crossing her face.