Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go-Chapter 128: Full of Energy

Claire Prescott calmly replied, "We’re a couple. I’m sorry, my boyfriend saw how tiring my medical appointment was, and specially brought me here. I hope you don’t mind."

Upon hearing they were in a relationship, The Lady of Pearls was astonished, her pupils slightly enlarged.

This moment reminded her of when she was playing cards at Southwind Courtyard and Madeline White mentioned that her son had taken a liking to a young physician.

Back then, no one connected that the young physician Madeline White mentioned was the same as the one mentioned by a fellow card player.

No wonder Madeline White hurriedly left back then, leaving behind a perplexing statement.

Looking back now, she realized there was a reason for that statement, perhaps fearing someone would really steal away.

Seeing her lost in thought, Claire Prescott gently reminded, "Auntie Sutton."

The Lady of Pearls responded, "I don’t mind."

"Once you’ve finished the ten doses of medication, remember to come to Sinclair Apothecary to find me, so that your condition doesn’t worsen."

The Lady of Pearls requested, "Could I book an appointment for you to visit in ten days?"

"Sorry, I’m usually quite busy and probably can’t come over like today. Besides, it’s more convenient if you come to the clinic personally to get the medicine. If you find it troublesome, you can book ahead to get a number, so you won’t have to wait too long."

"Alright."

The Lady of Pearls eventually complied.

Despite looking a bit under the weather today, the young lady exuded a warm feeling, with a soft and pleasing tone, and her appearance was quite lovely and charming.

No wonder Madeline White was in such a hurry to leave that day.

If she could truly cure her illness, with such family background, anyone would want to compete and pry.

Suddenly something crossed her mind.

The Lady of Pearls specifically mentioned, "Oh, right, can you keep my condition confidential and not disclose it?"

Claire Prescott nodded, "Don’t worry, I won’t."

Upon receiving assurance, The Lady of Pearls relaxed, leading her out of the room.

At that moment.

Keane Lowell sat patiently waiting, with gentle eyes fixed on Claire Prescott’s face.

The Lady of Pearls observed their matching gold rings on their hands.

What surprised her the most was Keane Lowell, single for so many years, not interested in women, not impressed by girls from noble families, and ultimately chose an ordinary girl for a relationship.

Seeing him rise, she quickly invited, "Have you had breakfast? Why don’t you stay and have breakfast together before leaving?"

"We’ve already eaten." Keane Lowell walked over to Claire Prescott, took her hand, and politely said goodbye, "Since the consultation is done, we’ll head back now."

"Al... alright."

Though he was her card-playing friend’s son, considered the younger generation, the distance she felt with him was too strong, leaving her unsure how to entertain and deal with it.

She then assigned a servant to see them out, individually parting at the door.

...

The car smoothly hit the road.

Seeing the young lady lie down in the back seat to rest, too tired to keep her eyes open.

Keane Lowell spoke up, "If you’re tired, take the day off to rest, even half a day might do."

Seeing she didn’t respond.

Keane Lowell took the liberty to instruct the driver to change course back to Azure Court.

After hearing this, Claire Prescott hesitated for a while, eventually listening to him, without saying anything.

Too exhausted, she wanted some rest.

As soon as they returned to Azure Court, she took a screenshot of the prescription and sent it to Tiger, asking him to help prepare the medicine and mail it to Auntie Sutton’s place, mentioning she’d take the morning off and be back at work in the afternoon.

Having done that, she went upstairs to her room, drew both layers of curtains, uncovered her quilt, and lay down.

The whole bedroom plunged into darkness, silent and still.

The door was slowly pushed open from outside, Keane Lowell quietly approached the bed with ointment in hand, silently watching her sleep.

Knowing it was him, she didn’t even bother opening her eyes, asking, "What’s up?"

The man replied in a deep voice, "Just checking."

As she wondered what he needed to check, her warm bed was suddenly uncovered by him.

Soon after, the light was switched on...

...

Once finished.

Keane Lowell gently covered her with the quilt, gazing at her rosy cheeks, couldn’t help but kiss her, soothingly saying, "Just sleep peacefully, I’ll be back to wake you later."

His voice was gentle and restrained.

After speaking.

He turned off the light and left the room.

Claire Prescott’s mind buzzed, still not fully composed. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

She pulled the soft quilt over her head, hiding under it to slowly process everything.

So gentle, gentle to an extent that left her defenseless.

It felt like—

She was genuinely cherished by him, like a precious treasure, his gaze so sticky and scorching, making her blush and warm.

Despite all this.

Her heart felt very comfortable, making her unable to resist wanting to hug and kiss him.

Gradually regaining her composure.

She closed her eyes and slipped into a dream.

Keane Lowell spent the entire morning working in the study.

The entire compound seemed to have fallen into a slumber and silence.

Two and a half hours later, without needing anyone to call her, Claire Prescott naturally woke up.

Having caught up on sleep, she felt refreshed, the world appeared a bit brighter.

She found a concealer in the dressing table and applied it on her neck before heading downstairs.

Only.

Not seeing Keane Lowell.

She guessed, knowing he must be busy in the study.

The big boss managing a conglomerate has been too busy recently to visit Sinclair Apothecary, returning very late each night, and last night too... she wondered where he found such abundant energy.

After pondering for a while and taking a sip of water, she ran upstairs to his study to take a look.

Sure enough, he was inside, focused on work.

The moment she appeared, their eyes naturally connected.

"Awake?"

Claire Prescott softly responded, and walked closer, suddenly moved her white chair to sit beside him, "Hand me your hand."

Keane Lowell freed his hand from the mouse, unsure of her intent, still gave it to her.

Soon she had three fingers on his pulse.

Keane Lowell looked at her gentle face with resignation, "Not satisfied with last night’s experience?"

Claire Prescott’s cheeks flushed slightly, avoiding his gaze.

Too straightforward.

Despite many instances between them, she still couldn’t handle such direct comments.

"I’m just not convinced with you being so busy lately, yet having such abundant energy."

Keane Lowell chuckled at her.

Soon, she took his other hand to check his pulse, eyes eventually showed a hint of fluctuation.

Upon releasing his hand.

Keane Lowell immediately grasped her hand, asking, "What did you find?"

"Em..." The sound dragged out.

After contemplating for a moment, she informed, "Actually, there’s nothing wrong, your physical condition is excellent."

"Why the expression then?"

"Do you exercise regularly?"

"Otherwise, where do you think the muscles on me come from, training with you?" He teased deliberately.

Visibly, the young lady’s fair and delicate face blushed with a faint pink hue.

Keane Lowell’s smile grew deeper.