Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go-Chapter 173: Unfair

From the time they defined their relationship until now, they’ve kissed countless times; only when he’s angry does he kiss so fiercely.

The man’s large hand steady and strong as it clasps her nape, depriving her of breath and consuming her entirely.

Claire Prescott couldn’t take it.

She couldn’t bear such a kiss devoid of any affection, purely punitive.

It felt as if a knife was stabbing into her chest, repeatedly grinding down on her heart, to the point where she almost couldn’t breathe.

A flood of bitterness surged to her nose, and tears as large as beads rolled from her eyes, sliding down her flushed cheeks and into her mouth.

The sound of sobbing mingled with kissing filled the car cabin.

A faint salty taste spread across her taste buds, making Keane Lowell freeze abruptly and slowly pull away from her lips.

As he opened his eyes, he saw her tear-filled gaze, her nose slightly red from her grievance, sharply piercing into his vision.

He felt a twinge of discomfort in his heart.

So he lifted her, placing her on his lap over the center console.

As soon as she was seated, she turned her face away in defiance, not wanting to look at him, nor let him see her crying.

But. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

Her body trembled uncontrollably.

Keane gently wiped away the tears on her face with his thumb.

Then, seeing her open her eyes, her delicate and translucent eyes filled with tears, weak yet stubbornly looking at him, her gaze full of resentment, left him at a loss.

Yet he couldn’t get past the hurdle in his heart.

The image of Chase Chambers tenderly holding her flashed through his mind, and he couldn’t help but doubt that nothing happened between them.

Moreover.

He knew about her early romance.

And it was for the early romance that her parents were called, and by coincidence, he was the one who ended up handling it.

She spent money to get him to cover it up for her.

After that, they probably became even bolder and more flamboyant, to the point where old acquaintances would bring up Chase Chambers whenever they saw her.

What he hated was that he didn’t put an end to her early romance from the beginning, instead he mockingly asked her, "Do you even know what love is?" and let it slide.

Who knew she was cleverly deceiving him all along, claiming she never had an early romance.

So when she said she had dated someone at the villa, that was the truth.

He swallowed, his voice deep and calm as he asked, "Did you enjoy deceiving me?"

Claire Prescott, hearing this, met his gaze incredulously, "What did I lie to you about?"

Seeing the shift in her emotions, Keane didn’t say another word. Instead, Claire accused him, "You don’t say anything, you don’t even give me a chance to explain and just bully me, then accuse me of deceiving you. You’d rather believe an outsider’s insinuations than trust my word."

Her voice was clear and strong, each word heartfelt, unable to control the sobs mixed within.

"Believe it or not, Chase Chambers and I are just friends. I didn’t have an early romance with him. Back then, you were the only one in my eyes and heart. Every day I wished to grow up quickly, and you should know why that was. I wanted you to kiss me; I wanted your affection, to be with you."

"Even if I did have an early romance, that’s all in the past. You’re punishing me for something that happened so many years ago, blaming me—it’s not fair to me."

The more she spoke, the more agitated she became, her body shaking from her sobs.

The once-clear sky suddenly poured down rain at that moment, pitter-pattering against the car window, as if even the heavens felt her pain.

Surrounded by the oppressive sound of rain, Keane furrowed his brow, turned on the car’s air conditioning, and pulled her into his arms.

But the young girl didn’t want his embrace, struggling to open the car door and leave.

Keane held her back, refusing to let her go.

"I was too impulsive earlier, I’m sorry, sweetheart."

He soothed her, kissing her face, trying to kiss away her tears one by one.

His apology and tenderness were of no use at the moment.

All her feelings of affection for him were ignored, easily swayed by someone else’s words, how could she not be angry?

The angrier she got, the tighter he held her.

She simply buried her head in his shoulder, rubbing her tear-stained face against him, soaking his shirt in the process.

When her tears dried and her emotions calmed down, Keane slightly loosened his hold.

He had never known before.

That agreement from back then would inspire her youthful heart, making her wish to grow up fast, nor did he expect her to wait so many years for him.

"Sorry for making you wait so long." He spoke softly, his words laced with affection, tightening his embrace, holding her waist tenderly yet firmly.

Claire pulled away from his embrace, stubbornly returning to the passenger seat.

Her eyelashes were damp, her eyes still red. She fastened her seatbelt, grabbed a wet tissue to wipe her face, glancing out the side window.

Luckily, she wasn’t wearing makeup; otherwise, she’d look terrible now.

She no longer wanted to go back to school to see the teachers. Taking out her phone, she typed a message to Fifi, making an excuse to return to school another time to see the teachers.

After finishing.

She spoke up without looking at him, "After bullying me, do you still dare to meet my grandparents tonight?"

Her voice carried a nasal tone, and Keane gazed steadily at the side of her face, truly in a difficult position, "If you want to take me, then I’ll go."

Claire glared at him complainingly, "You’re still throwing the decision back at me at a time like this."

"No matter what, I’ll handle everything properly."

Keane reached out, but as soon as he took her hand, it slipped from his palm, leaving him empty-handed.

This time, she wasn’t easy to appease.

He didn’t mind; if it was hard, then he would patiently try.

"Then shall we go back to Sinclair Apothecary?"

Claire shook her head, "Let’s find a convenience store first and get an ice pack."

Hearing this.

Keane immediately understood what she meant; he fastened his seatbelt, started the engine, and drove off.

After a while, the rain stopped.

Outside, the sun was still bright, but when it fell down, it wasn’t as scorching hot.

Upon reaching a convenience store, he got out alone, went inside to buy an ice pack and a towel, and returned to the car. But instead of giving them to her straight away, he leaned over and picked her up.

However.

Claire resisted his action, taking the ice pack and towel he placed on the console, saying, "I can do it myself."

Then, she adjusted the seat, placing the ice pack over her eyelids through the towel, lying there silently to soothe herself.

Keane watched quietly beside her, unable to resist reaching out to lift the towel away from her nose slightly, "Don’t suffocate."

As he spoke.

He tentatively reached for her hand.

This time, she didn’t push him away.

But her hand felt cold.

Keane then adjusted the car temperature, quietly keeping track of time for her.