Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go-Chapter 122: President Lowell Is Angry

It’s time to get off work.

Claire Prescott tidied up the consultation room and stepped outside for a breath of fresh air.

The ground had already been dried by the sun, and the sunset after the rain was particularly beautiful, warmly settling in the air, soothing to the eyes.

She took a deep breath of fresh air and stretched lazily.

Soon after, her gaze inadvertently fell on the car approaching.

The car eventually stopped steadily in front of Sinclair Apothecary.

Not long after, a man got out from the back seat, his white shirt tucked into his pants, exuding elegance and gentlemanly charm.

It was Ethan Lancaster.

His eyes were fixed straight on her, pausing for two seconds, then he casually walked towards her with a gift bag in hand.

His tall and broad figure completely overshadowed hers, extremely imposing.

Claire instinctively took a step back, her face expressionless as she met his deep eyes, "Mr. Lancaster, are you looking for me?"

Ethan gazed at the fair and delicate face in front of him, taking in her instinctive actions and guarded look.

He had clearly done nothing, not knowing where her wariness came from.

Perhaps only in the face of major decisions could she face him with a calm heart.

He didn’t think further.

He straightforwardly said, "I came for two things today."

As he spoke, he took out a card from his pocket and handed it to her along with the gift, "I’ve been busy with work these days, I forgot to pay your consultation fee last time, and I haven’t officially thanked you for the kindness you showed my father."

Claire let her gaze drop to the card, taking only the bank card from his hand, and asked, "What’s the password?"

Ethan replied without any hesitation, "Six nines."

The next moment.

Claire decisively turned and walked towards the counter, handing the card to Tiger.

"Tiger, please help record my home visit fee."

Tiger looked up at the person standing at the door, immediately understanding which visit it was.

Without saying much, he quickly noted it on the computer, then asked, "Sister Claire, are there any additional fees besides the visit fee?"

"No."

The last home visit was just moxibustion, the materials used were from the hospital, as were the herbs’ costs.

Tiger then placed the card on the POS machine, "Sister Claire, password."

After Claire entered it and saw the payment success, she pulled out the card and returned to the entrance, handing the card back to Ethan, "It’s a total of five hundred, nothing more."

Everything was clearly accounted for, she didn’t want any entanglements or connections with him.

Ethan naturally took in everything.

He furrowed his brow slightly and took back the card.

Even though he already had an answer in his heart, he sincerely invited, "My cousin’s birthday is on Sunday, we’re hosting a banquet at home, we’d love for you to come and celebrate her birthday."

Claire naturally wouldn’t go.

However.

Just as she was about to decline, a sudden force pushed her from behind.

A scream rang out at the same time.

She lost her balance and stumbled forward.

Ethan, with quick reflexes, caught her, and at that moment, it was as if his heart skipped a beat, gradually feeling the softness and fragrance of the young woman.

Very lightly merging into his warmth through bodily contact.

There was about one or two seconds of response time.

Smelling his scent and the aroma of tobacco, Claire hurriedly pushed him away, retreating from his embrace.

Angrily, she turned to look at the instigator behind her.

It was a girl who was a patient from the old doctor’s consultation room, now awkwardly getting up from the ground.

"Sorry, I didn’t notice the threshold here."

Claire’s gaze softened slightly, and she asked with concern, "Are you okay?"

The patient girl patted the dust off her body, "I’m fine."

Then, the patient girl glanced at them both apologetically before leaving.

Claire watched her depart, suddenly sinking into the awkward and ambiguous contact from earlier.

Ethan deeply gazed at her slender, delicate figure, not fully recovering from the contact.

This was the first time they had been so close.

His body almost branded with the shape of their embrace, her softness and warmth, the slim waist that could be held in one hand, and that unique fragrance, every detail made him drown, also stirring deep desires for her.

Seeing her turn back, he hurriedly composed himself.

Yet she wasn’t looking at him.

Claire looked past him into a pair of somber eyes standing not far away.

The man regarded them with a cold expression, his eyes as deep as ink, creating a strong sense of distance, inexplicably making her tense up inside.

His face showed clearly he had witnessed the scene just now and was evidently angry.

Claire clenched her fists, without saying a word, she left Ethan behind and walked over to Keane Lowell.

His face was still chillingly aloof, so much so that even standing right in front of him, she dared not reach out to hold him, only explaining, "Someone accidentally stumbled over the threshold just now, pushed me a bit, so..."

"I saw it." His voice was indifferent, his gaze showing he was suppressing emotions, then he calmly said, "Get in the car first." 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

With that, despite still helpfully opening the car door for her like before, he wasn’t as gentle as he used to be, instead, he walked alone around the car’s rear to the other door and got inside.

Claire felt her heart go cold, directly sensing an unprecedented chill sweeping over, leaving her helpless and powerless.

She bent down to get in the car, immediately reaching for his hand resting on the armrest.

But as soon as she touched him, he withdrew his hand from her grasp without even glancing at her, softly saying, "Seatbelt."

Claire bit her lip, obediently buckling the seatbelt, then couldn’t help but look back at his stern profile.

The line of his jaw was so sharply defined as if wanting to cut a distance from her.

The whole car was silent, a coldness pervading.

As the car smoothly hit the road, she scooted closer to him, attempted to touch his hand, then boldly grabbed his wrist, shaking it a bit, "Are you mad?"

Her voice was especially soft and coaxing.

Just then, the head on the passenger seat suddenly popped up, "Cousin definitely won’t be mad at you."

Claire was startled, quickly and modestly releasing Keane’s hand, momentarily unsure how to handle the situation.

She didn’t know when someone had sat in the passenger seat.

But hearing him call Keane cousin, Claire recalled who he was.

"Mr. White..." She politely called out.

Zane White lightly curved his lips, "I’m three years older than you, just call me Brother Zane."

Claire glanced wordlessly at Keane.

Then called, "Brother Zane."

Zane turned his head back, his delicate brows suddenly slightly furrowed.

Just for that call of Brother Zane, he was determined to help with this favor.