Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go-Chapter 168: Beauty

The air conditioning in the car was set very low, the temperature entirely his choice, with a delicate, unique scent of cedar lingering around.

Yet his deep, dark gaze held no warmth as he stared at her without speaking.

After a while, he finally spoke in a low voice, "Said something that shouldn’t be said, gave him a bit of a lesson."

Hearing this.

Claire Prescott couldn’t help but let her mind wander.

Jay Smith’s mouth had always been dirty, even after all these years, was he still spreading lies about her that Keane Lowell might have overheard?

"What did he say about me? Is your injury caused by him?" she asked.

The man answered with a low, deep "Um."

...only giving half a reply.

Claire Prescott resignedly said, "He’s pretty weak, you hit him/he doesn’t dare to hit back, so how did he manage to scratch you like this?"

"Your turn." 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

"..." She was still troubled about the scars on her back.

She wanted to act playful, attempting to divert his attention in another way, suddenly raising her hand to caress his face and kissed those thin, soft lips.

The man held her, unmoving, allowing her to nibble and kiss.

He gave no response.

She found it somewhat dull and ended the action.

Only accidentally noticing his change.

When his gaze met hers, it was especially scorching.

"Beauty tricks don’t work on me."

Claire Prescott teased, "Then you do have quite the patience."

Seeing the laughter in her eyes, Keane Lowell’s hand slipped under her hem, going straight for her bra clasp, "I don’t mind changing methods to make you talk."

His voice was very deep.

Whether it was the button he pressed or the driver in front, the partition slowly rose, dividing the car into two spaces.

Claire Prescott’s heart suddenly hung up, she grabbed his arm, hurriedly surrendering, "I... I’ll tell."

Her voice trembled with nervousness.

Yet, it came a fraction too late, and her clothes loosened.

Claire Prescott blushed and demanded him, "Fasten it back."

"I’ve already been fooled by you once, am I that easy to talk to?"

"..."

Claire Prescott didn’t argue with him, sat up straight, and did it herself.

Unfortunately, the shirt blocked the view, and no matter how she tried, she couldn’t fasten it accurately; at this point, Keane Lowell’s hand reached in to help her fasten it, even thoughtfully tidying it for her.

When his rough fingertip grazed her skin, she couldn’t help but shudder.

Even after so many times, she’s still so sensitive to him.

Keane Lowell soon pulled her back into his embrace.

Claire Prescott rested her cheek against his chest, taking a while to gradually calm down.

The man did not rush her.

But she knew she couldn’t avoid tonight, eventually telling him truthfully the source of the scar on her scapula, "Hit by a man with a stone."

"Zara used to get into fights often, her health was already poor and would frequently fall sick, I often went to Seven Middle School to see and heal her, after appearing many times, I became targeted, they didn’t like me, couldn’t outfight Zara, so they aimed at me instead."

"That night, I was alone, they had many people, of course, I couldn’t escape. But in the end, all those who bullied me were caught by the police, not a single one got away."

She deliberately told it lightly and casually.

Yet still felt his emotional fluctuation.

Every muscle tightened, becoming particularly stiff and cold, she felt like she was sitting on a human-shaped block of ice, confined by him, unable to move.

Claire Prescott looked up at his cold, deep face, his gaze matched hers, his inky brows and eyes swirling with dark, unfathomable emotions.

She raised her hand to smooth the furrows between his brows, complaining, "It’s already been so long, you insist on hearing it."

Keane Lowell’s Adam’s apple bobbed, feeling stifled.

He understood clearly, it probably wasn’t as easy as she described.

He distinctly remembered, the first time he discovered her scar, her reaction back then carried a hint of fear and inferiority.

Now seemed to understand her reaction at that time.

He asked no further, holding her tighter, pulling her against himself, the force gradually becoming gentle.

Upon reaching Azure Court.

Claire Prescott found the medicine and disinfected his wound.

Only.

The wound she had just treated was nearly ruined when he carried her upstairs for a bath, even a small wound is still a wound, yet he didn’t seem to care.

Insisting on helping her bathe.

Claire Prescott didn’t tolerate it, controlling his right hand on the edge of the tub, the man gently turned her face, dominantly kissing her lips.

Her strength couldn’t possibly compete with his, leading to the scene gradually losing control.

But soon, he became gentle.

Knowing she had work the next day, he didn’t trouble her.

Just.

Too gentle.

From lifting her out of the tub, drying her off, to carrying her to bed, every motion was extraordinarily meticulous and caring.

Beneath his strong physique, she felt so small.

As if thick clouds enveloped her entire body, warmth bubbling in her heart, sweet to the point of being somewhat overwhelmed.

But.

His expression was somber, never smiling at her.

She deliberately disrupted the mood, saying, "Did you do something guilty, suddenly being so considerate to me."

Yet.

It was exchanged for a lingering kiss almost drowning her.

Under the covers was very warm, his body heat flowed over unobstructed, even as it ended, it ended particularly captivating.

Claire Prescott pursed her lips, savoring his tenderness bit by bit.

Ultimately.

She said no more, as usual, saying goodnight, then hugged him and drifted to dreamland.

Under the soft night light.

Her breath gradually became even and steady, Keane Lowell watched her serene sleeping face, feeling restless, as if haunted by a violent aura, no matter how he held or kissed her, it would not dissipate.

His hand moved unobstructed to her back scapula, gently tracing the shape of her scar.

The person in his arms moved restlessly.

He freed a hand to soothe her head, running his fingers through her smooth hair, softly stroking her over and over.

...

The next day.

Lowell-Kystral Group.

Assistant Cheney knocked and entered, handing over a file, "President Lowell, these are copies borrowed from the police department which include all the events and surveillance footage of Miss Prescott’s severe injury hospitalization that night."

After finishing, Assistant Cheney respectfully left.

The vast office had only Keane Lowell, who opened the file, quickly browsing through it.

The detailed records of the case were in the register, all participant information included, as he inserted the footage into the computer to watch, the images began playing frame by frame.

The high-angle surveillance, coinciding with the rainy night, wasn’t very clear.

On screen, a group crouched at the alley entrance with umbrellas, shortly after, the silhouette of a young girl appeared within the surveillance area.

Initially.

She didn’t notice the danger, when she realized, those people already pursued, surrounding her from all directions tightly.

From that scene, to her being dragged into a surveillance blind spot.

Keane Lowell’s brows tightly furrowed, veins bulging on his arms, wishing he could reach into the screen.

Indeed.

Last night she spoke far too lightly.

She didn’t mention how scared she was, nor that she was dragged to the surveillance blind spot twice roughly by a grown man.

Then.

On screen, the group fled in all directions, a boy in school uniform rushed into the surveillance blind spot amidst chaos, at this point time felt extraordinarily long.

What happened was unknown.

Approximately five minutes later.

The boy emerged from the alley step by step, carrying the person severely injured and unconscious.

An ambulance, along with some hurried people, surrounded the two of them.

Seeing again, when nurses put down the stretcher, the boy held her tightly not letting go, eyes bewildered and uneasy, as if determined to follow her to life and death, stubbornly embraced her onto the ambulance.

The video ended here.