Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go-Chapter 148: He Called Her Name All Night 2

The next day.

Keane Lowell woke up from his wine slumber.

Without opening his eyes, he could feel the soft fragrance in his arms.

He didn’t have a strong impression of what happened last night or when the young girl came over to him.

But it didn’t matter; as long as she was there, it was fine.

He held her warmly for a while, then released her, gently lifted the quilt, got out of bed quietly, picked up the clothes that had fallen on the floor, found clean clothes from the cabinet, and headed to the bathroom.

After washing away the smell of alcohol.

He returned to the bedroom, and she was still asleep.

He glanced at the clock on the wall; it was seven o’clock.

Which wasn’t considered early for her.

He sat on the edge of the bed, watched the person lying peacefully in sleep for a moment, and suddenly leaned over to kiss those tender lips.

Claire Prescott uneasily avoided it and groggily woke up, hearing the man’s deep and unique voice.

"If you don’t get up now, you’ll be late for work."

She paused, instantly becoming a bit more awake, and as soon as she opened her eyes, she was met with the man’s pristine and noble face.

She instinctively understood how he had just woken her up.

Claire Prescott pressed her lips, got out of bed without a word under his gaze, and turned into the bathroom to wash up.

After washing up, he was gone, leaving only the clothes, neatly folded on the bed, that he had chosen for her.

Claire Prescott hurriedly changed and went downstairs.

At this moment.

He was sitting there drinking hangover tea; the breakfast was already set on the table, and the utensils were prepared for her.

Meticulously helping her save every second.

Claire Prescott observed it all and sat across from him, using a knife and fork, asking, "Do you remember calling my name all night last night?"

The man’s eyes were tranquil, with a hint of blankness.

"No impression."

A playful smile flashed in Claire Prescott’s eyes, "Quite adorable."

Ador...able...

Keane Lowell’s face tightened a bit, looked at her helplessly for a second, and casually replied, "I also liked the way you looked when drunk." 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Claire Prescott was momentarily choked, raising her gaze to meet those dark, bright eyes.

As she lowered her head to eat meat, her lips uncontrollably curved, directing her joy elsewhere, "Auntie Susan’s breakfast is really delicious today."

"What else did I say last night?"

Claire Prescott smiled and said, "You also said you wanted to be with me for a lifetime, never leaving, always together."

She watched the expression on the man’s face change.

Contrarily, when he was sober, he controlled his expressions and emotions well, unlike last night when even calling her name was completely mesmerizing.

"You wouldn’t say it was drunken nonsense, not to be believed, right?"

Keane Lowell returned with a question, "How did you answer me then?"

This...

This stumped her for a moment.

She avoided that fiery gaze, teasingly said, "Of course, the same."

"Then a lifetime together, never leaving, always at each other’s side."

The voice, consistently low and magnetic, carried weight, unlikely to be spoken casually, akin to a promise, giving a reassuring feel.

"Okay." Claire Prescott agreed with a smile.

Only later did she realize she had fallen for his trick.

Oh well.

She was the one who started teasing him first and could do nothing about it.

After breakfast, they kissed farewell at the door, and Claire Prescott returned alone to Sinclair Apothecary.

Upon seeing her grandfather, she was scolded, told she sneaked out to sleep in the middle of the night because she didn’t find the bed at home comfortable.

Claire Prescott dismissed it lightly and went on to start her workday.

Sitting in the clinic, recalling what Old Mrs. Lowell had come to discuss yesterday, she silently braced herself, adopting a prepared mindset, waiting for her next visit.

However.

Two days later.

Keane Lowell was summoned back home by his grandmother for afternoon tea.

From afar, he saw her wearing gold-rimmed glasses, flipping through a stack of photos one by one.

The table had snacks and a purple clay tea set; the tea in the cup had long gone cold.

Keane Lowell walked over to her, politely greeting, "Grandmother."

"You’re back." Old Mrs. Lowell didn’t even raise her head, motioning him to sit.

Then, she spread a photograph on the table in front of him and introduced softly, "This is Miss Donovan from a literary family; she graduated from The Royal Aethelgard Academy, majoring in jewelry design, with a great personality. I have seen this child; she looks even better in person than in the photographs."

The intention was crystal clear: to have him choose someone else.

Keane Lowell didn’t even glance at the photo, "Grandmother, you don’t need to go through all this trouble."

Seeing his disobedience, Old Mrs. Lowell’s face darkened somewhat, "If I don’t do this, do you plan to let Claire Prescott marry into our family, letting everyone laugh at us? The person you care about doesn’t even dare to meet me; with such a timid nature, how can she become a daughter-in-law of The Lowell Family?"

"What you care about is reputation, which doesn’t harm The Lowell Family’s interests. Whether you accept her or not is not part of my considerations; I only want what I want."

One sentence immediately rendered Old Mrs. Lowell speechless, turning silent since then.

Keane Lowell continued, "I have already removed what you left at Sinclair Apothecary. Claire is unaware of it. If you have anything, you can tell me directly; there’s no need to go to her. Besides, my relationship with Claire is currently very stable. Even if she is persuaded by you, I will spare no means to keep her by my side and love her."

His voice always maintained a rational calmness. His posture before the elder was courteous and respectful, yet every word he spoke left a chill creeping onto her face.

Old Mrs. Lowell tightly furrowed her brows upon hearing.

What is this talk of sparing no means to keep her by his side...

Is this still the grandson she saw growing up, thinking of doing such a high-handed, forceful thing, disgracing the family?

But.

At this very moment.

She truly understood his meaning, realizing the problem lay with him, wanting to be entangled with that Prescott family’s daughter.

"With so many good girls, is she the only one?" Her tone bore a sense of powerless disappointment, like iron not being forged into steel.

Keane Lowell’s voice was profoundly earnest, "For over six years, this matter has been proven; I’m not interested in other women."

Old Mrs. Lowell frowned, looking at him, sinking once again into silence.

The two faced each other, Old Mrs. Lowell sinking into deep thought for five or six minutes, ultimately sighing in disappointment.

She gathered the photograph on the table, then rose, throwing the entire stack of photos into the trash as she walked inside, murmuring to herself, "Do whatever you want; I’m done with it."

That was, of course, directed at Keane Lowell.

Also signaling her stance.

Keane Lowell watched her retreating figure until it disappeared from sight, then calmly lowered his eyes.

Afternoon sunlight filtered through the dense branches and leaves of the old crab apple tree, casting mottled shadows on him, and with the cicadas singing, the courtyard was made splendidly serene.

He unhurriedly stood up, stepping out of the high and deep layers of walls.