Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go-Chapter 172: Fiercely Kissing Her Lips

But upon hearing the words "being bullied," she felt like she was extremely weak in his eyes, always prone to being bullied.

She explained, "I’m not interested in giving speeches on stage, nor do I have any obsession with it. I prepared the speech to repay my teacher’s kindness. Besides, I’m not that easily bullied by others."

Keane Lowell glanced at the speech held tightly in her hands, "Let me have a look."

Claire Prescott avoided his outstretched hand, hid the manuscript behind her, and shook her head at him, "No, you can’t."

"What’s written that you won’t show me?"

"My glorious history and some formal platitudes." Claire Prescott evaded him, and then casually tossed the folded manuscript into the trash can.

Keane Lowell saw her teasing but didn’t force her.

After all, her visible honors were all known to him.

Her college entrance exam score, competition results, various awards, and research achievements—all were familiar to him.

He wrapped an arm around her waist, led her towards the school gate, and said, "I’m taking you for afternoon tea."

"I still have to meet the teacher later."

"It won’t delay that."

In a flash.

Keane Lowell drove her to a nearby five-star restaurant and booked a private room.

As she was choosing dishes, Keane Lowell went out to make a phone call and returned shortly.

Only.

As soon as he came back, he snuggled her in his arms, held her on his lap, and kissed her for a while before letting her go.

He ordered some desserts, which Claire Prescott ate alone, while Keane Lowell only sipped his tea.

Seeing her cut each piece with a knife and fork to taste, Keane Lowell asked, "Are the pastries here good?"

Claire Prescott truthfully said, "Just average, the texture isn’t very delicate, but this shaved ice isn’t bad."

"I’ll bring you to try the new desserts at The Jade Pavilion sometime."

"Okay." Claire Prescott couldn’t help but smile brightly.

Originally, she thought Keane Lowell simply brought her here for afternoon tea, but unexpectedly, two uninvited guests arrived.

When they appeared, Claire Prescott was momentarily stunned.

It was Joanna Joyce and a formally dressed middle-aged man.

The two entered arm in arm.

Their intimate posture subtly confirmed their relationship, and Claire Prescott quickly realized that the middle-aged man was Forrester’s chairman, a self-made entrepreneur, and Joanna Joyce’s husband.

Indeed, her guess was correct.

Joanna Joyce was the real person who didn’t want her to take the stage and give a speech.

Upon facing them, as soon as Forrester’s chairman entered, he respectfully greeted, "Mr. Lowell."

His voice carried a noticeable hint of apprehension.

Joanna Joyce’s face instantly turned pale with surprise, staring straight at Claire Prescott without speaking.

Claire Prescott withdrew her gaze, ignored them, and quietly ate her dessert.

In a few seconds of silence, the air seemed to slice like a blade.

Keane Lowell spoke slowly, "Director Colby, does my girlfriend have a grudge against you?"

His cold voice made Forrester’s chairman break out in a sweat; he trembled slightly as he glanced at Claire Prescott, immediately understanding why Keane Lowell had sought him out.

He turned to look at Joanna Joyce and suddenly slapped her with a vicious blow, "Look at what you’ve done, daring to offend Mr. Lowell’s people—are you trying to ruin me?"

The slap was unexpected, particularly brutal and resounding.

Claire Prescott was so startled that her hand trembled slightly, her face paled. As she looked at the couple, Keane Lowell immediately pulled her into his embrace, soothingly patting her head.

At that moment.

It felt like being intricately cherished in his palm, where even the slightest scare was unbearable for her; it was as if she were enveloped entirely by his tenderness.

Joanna Joyce painfully covered half her face, her lips oozing with blood, looking lost, unsure where to direct her gaze while her husband’s rebuke continued.

"Apologize to Miss Prescott right away."

Julia Joyce looked at Claire Prescott, who was being cherished and pampered, with tear-filled eyes, and said tearfully, "I’m sorry."

"I’m sorry. I asked my husband to cancel your speaking rights with the school officials. I shouldn’t have inquired about your status or asked if you had married your first love, causing conflict."

The mention of "first love" froze Keane Lowell’s actions.

Claire Prescott looked at her incredulously, taken aback that despite the apologetic words, she had been set up all along.

"What are you talking about?"

"You took issue with me when I mentioned Chase Chambers. Your teenage affair was notorious, and I couldn’t help but mention it..." Joanna Joyce frantically bowed her head, "I’m sorry, it’s my fault, I shouldn’t have brought it up again."

A whiff of drama.

Knowing full well she was Keane Lowell’s girlfriend now, yet deliberately bringing up her alleged past romance in front of Keane to incite conflict between them.

Claire Prescott felt like she wanted to slap her.

Keane Lowell clasped her tightly, his voice deep and composed, "Mentioning my girlfriend’s ex in my presence, what do you think of me, or do you think she pairs better with her ex?"

Joanna Joyce was left speechless.

The man before her had deep, icy eyes, yet his demeanor was calm and undisturbed. However, she felt inexplicably afraid, as if a blade were pressed against her throat.

She hadn’t expected him to defend Claire Prescott so thoroughly.

She hadn’t expected to lose entirely, seeing Claire Prescott as her rival, not only in terms of academic achievements but also in choosing a partner, who was ultimately superior.

Forrester’s chairman quickly stepped up, "Sorry, Mr. Lowell, my wife is young and unwise, she has offended you, please don’t take it to heart. I’ll educate her properly, please don’t be angry."

He couldn’t help flattering them, saying, "Miss Prescott and you are truly a perfect match—a pair made in heaven."

Keane Lowell cast a indifferent glance at him, "I don’t want to see similar incidents again."

"I assure you, absolutely, there won’t be any more conflicts with your woman," Forrester’s chairman promised, hands raised in assurance, his words proving submissive.

Keane Lowell didn’t dwell on the issue any longer, took Claire Prescott’s hand, and led her out of there.

Claire Prescott silently followed behind him.

Feeling his coldness was evident.

Her heart began to ache when he mentioned her ex, and his words left no room for explanation or intervention.

She wanted to tell him that he was her first love, and that there was no ex.

But once they got in the car, before she could speak, his intense shadow loomed over her, and his passionate, dominant kiss pressed down hard.

Keane Lowell pinned her against the passenger seat, fiercely kissing her lips.