Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go-Chapter 155: You Won’t Feel Cold Soon

The night quietly enveloped the entire Azure Court, the vast villa filled with light, extraordinarily quiet.

Keane Lowell came down from the car with a suit jacket in hand, strolling leisurely into the house.

He casually placed the jacket on the coat rack, glanced at the living room, not seeing her, he went upstairs to look for her.

He searched the study and bedroom, but she was nowhere to be found.

The villa is too large.

He patiently searched layer by layer, finally finding her in the cinema-game room.

The lights were off inside, and the screen flickered on and off, sounds blaring, while she slept on the sofa, completely oblivious to his entrance.

A thin blanket covered her, her sleeping face as gentle and serene as ever.

Unlike before, where she would pounce on him as soon as she saw him, making him somewhat unaccustomed to this change.

Keane glanced at the snacks on the table, poured a cup of water, took a sip, and then used the remote to pause the movie, sitting down beside her.

The sofa sank in a section.

The entire room sank into an extreme silence.

Out of nowhere.

Claire Prescott awoke from her slumber.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Keane Lowell’s clean and immaculate handsome face.

Her long lashes fluttered lightly, and still dazed in sleep, she thought she was in a dream and didn’t react to his presence.

However.

When the man’s large palm fell on her left chest, her scalp tingled, and her heart suddenly erupted into chaos.

The amorous touch ignited her to wake gradually, her heart quivering from the heat.

She reached out to push him away, but his warm lips pressed onto hers, gently prying open her teeth.

His kiss wasn’t hurried, tender and comforting.

Unable to help herself, she clung to his shoulder, reciprocating.

Tonight he attended a banquet, made sure he didn’t drink, and indeed, he didn’t touch a drop, looking back now, he really was obedient.

Thinking carefully about this made her heart content.

As he moved, a tingling sensation surged, converging from their point of contact downwards.

Claire Prescott let out a faint sigh.

Keane Lowell scooped her up from the sofa, Claire cooperated as she spread her legs to sit on his lap, setting her hand naturally on his shoulder when he kissed her.

The man’s hand tightened around her lower back.

In the quiet, only the sound of their passionate kissing remained.

Her tender, fair face quickly flushed with crimson.

Their lips slowly parted.

As their eyes met, Claire Prescott was fazed by the scorching gaze that seemed to make her heart tremble. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

The fair complexion blushed seemingly through a veil of mist, dimming with the screen as the surroundings plunged into darkness.

"Did you miss me?" Keane Lowell asked warmly.

"I did." Claire Prescott replied without hesitation.

Keane laughed, his gentle kiss falling on her neck and ear, his hands busy undressing her layer by layer.

Amidst the intoxicating chaos.

Claire Prescott murmured, "I want some water."

Keane patiently paused, reaching for the cup of water on the table.

Claire went to grab it.

Only to see him take it to his mouth, slowly transferring it to hers, water trickling from the corner of her lips, which he carefully wiped away.

It was overly sensual.

She resisted, yet he left her no room to retreat, forcing her to swallow.

"Do you want more?"

Claire Prescott’s mind was muddled by his stirring, quietly snatching the cup from his hands to drink on her own.

Keane Lowell smirked, seemingly enthralled by her taste, kissing her once more, guiding her hand to his belt buckle.

Not a single word.

Claire Prescott knew exactly what he meant.

Impatient with her pace, Keane whispered in her ear, "I’ve taught you twice, still can’t do it?"

Shortly after, he vaguely heard her mutter something, uncertain of the words but sure it wasn’t flattering.

"What did you say?"

Claire Prescott hesitated, a hint of amusement in her eyes, clearly repeating, "Old man."

Keane Lowell’s kiss paused on her neck, a trace of helplessness, "Do you think I’m old?"

In the next moment, the belt was undone successfully.

The man stayed still, leaving her hands unsure of their place, clueless on how to proceed, the air conditioning chilling her to goosebumps, so she cozied up in his arms for warmth.

"Cold?"

Claire Prescott nodded.

Keane Lowell embraced her, "You won’t be cold in a moment."

...

Afterward.

Back in the bedroom.

As usual, Claire Prescott was held in his arms, their mutual scent pervading the air.

The whole bedroom dimly illuminated by a bedside lamp, casting a gentle glow on the sheets.

Something came to mind.

She looked up, seeing him with eyes closed, her intended query halted.

Struggling within his embrace, she turned to lie on her side.

Unexpectedly, he drew closer to her, wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her into his embrace tightly, his arm as unyielding as iron, squeezing the air from her lungs.

"Are you going to sleep?" she murmured.

"If you don’t want to sleep, we can continue."

"... You’re holding me too tight, I can hardly breathe."

Upon hearing this, Keane loosened his grip.

Claire Prescott felt resigned, since he wanted to sleep close to her, she sought a comfortable position, resting her head on his shoulder to sleep.

Keane indulged silently, inhaling the scent of her hair and the subtle fragrance she carried.

Her soft voice descended:

"Goodnight, President Lowell."

The next day.

Seeing him seated on the living room sofa, Claire Prescott walked over, straddling him.

Too forward.

Keane Lowell noticed something was off about her.

Claire Prescott mulled it over, though finding it difficult, she still voiced her thoughts: "Is there some grudge between our families?"

The question, though abrupt, held importance for her.

These days, she’s been waiting for his grandmother’s arrival.

The longer she waits, the more anxious she becomes, needing to understand some events to brace herself.

Yet visibly so.

Keane Lowell’s eyes sharpened slightly, seemingly seeking insight from hers, he spoke gently, "You don’t need to worry about matters between our families, leave everything to me."

"I know our families are rivals now, but what started it all? Did you know from the start that I belonged to the Prescott Family? If you knew I was from the Prescott Family, why... why are you so kind to me?"

"I’m sincere towards you, you don’t need to know the rest. Before marrying me, I’ll take care of everything." Keane coaxed her.

"..." Having not truly asked anything, Claire Prescott spoke gloomily, "If you’re not sincere with me, I’ll tie you up, lock you away somewhere unknown, and slowly torment you, making you pay for playing with my emotions."

Keane was amused, "Could you bear to?"

"Try me."

Keane’s smile deepened, his face tender against hers, leaning in to gently kiss her.