Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go-Chapter 175: Wanting You All to Myself

Claire Prescott gripped the hand pressed against her waist, trying to push it away, but his strength was always overwhelming, making her even more acutely aware of his warmth.

It was like being enveloped by a cloud infused with poison, gently surrounding her, robbing her of the ability to resist him.

Her voice lowered slightly: "Trick me upstairs, and then take liberties with me in my room?"

Keane Lowell didn’t take her angry words to heart.

Visiting her room was only one of his objectives, the main reason was to find a space belonging to the two of them to sit down and have a good talk.

Just that.

Upon entering the environment she grew up in, he seemed to be able to understand her more intuitively.

Her books filled the wall, arranged from childhood to adulthood, meticulously managed, and the room’s decor mainly in light green with white accents created an exceptionally warm atmosphere, reflecting her simple mind, not as complicated as he had thought.

"This is your territory. In front of your parents, even if I had such thoughts, I wouldn’t dare or do anything to you. Claire, I know you haven’t cooled down yet. At such an important occasion tonight, let’s put aside the afternoon’s issues. Don’t stay so far away from me, alright?"

His deep, magnetic voice sounded in her ear, full of patience, as if trying to soothe her heart gently.

Claire Prescott lowered her gaze without a word, regretting bringing him home after an argument.

In the end, she threw the question back at him, "You said you could handle everything. Even knowing you’d meet my family today, you still bullied me."

Keane Lowell tightened his arm, pulling her slender body deeper into his embrace, "I’m sorry, darling. I was too eager to make you mine, neglecting your feelings."

As he spoke.

His right hand moved up a bit, his palm resting over her heart, "I want your heart too much, for it to contain only me. Whether it’s your body or heart, they both should belong only to me."

Under his control, Claire Prescott felt as if her heart fluttered, countless tiny currents surged into her heart.

She couldn’t help but covered the back of his hand, slowly turned around, and looked straight at that elegant face, gradually taking in his gentle, profound gaze into her eyes.

"If I had an ex, if I had past romantic experiences, would you not have noticed me, wouldn’t have been with me?" she stubbornly asked.

"You are the one I’m willing to face everyone to have, such a situation would never happen," he spoke with low, sincere words.

It was indeed the truth.

Even if she had an ex he knew about, he would inevitably feel uncomfortable, but his desire for her heart wouldn’t change.

Claire Prescott suddenly couldn’t withstand his gaze, shyly lowering her eyes.

To this day, hearing him speak so clearly, she finally realized how strong Keane’s possessiveness over her was, how jealous he could be.

Yet she couldn’t do anything about him.

If it were her, she would also be jealous, but from their reunion to now, Keane has given her ample sense of security, no opposite sex could interfere in their relationship.

He was also wholeheartedly good to her, doting on her.

Amid her contemplation, his voice fell from above.

"Today is my first formal meeting with your family. I don’t want to leave a bad impression in front of your elders. Can you temporarily forgive me for half a day?"

Claire Prescott looked up at him, locking eyes for a moment, then nodded, saying stubbornly, "I can play along with you."

Keane Lowell stepped back again, "Then your acting needs to be good."

Claire Prescott averted her gaze.

Keane Lowell took in her slight softening expression, "Shouldn’t we build some rapport first to up your acting skills?"

He placed the initiative in her hands, "Kiss me, Claire."

Upon hearing this.

Claire Prescott’s face flushed a bit.

Yet he lifted her chin, making her face him, not allowing her to retreat.

Therefore, her gaze slowly followed from his clear peach blossom eyes down his nose, landing on those thin, soft lips.

He lowered his head, bringing his lips closer to hers, his nose pressed lightly against hers, not kissing but so close, his unique woody scent exuding a fatal allure, prompting her to inexplicably lean toward him.

Her hand involuntarily perched on his shoulder, gently pecking.

A trace of amusement flickered in Keane Lowell’s eyes as he responded to her kiss over and over again, and as he parted his lips, he noticed she sobered up a bit.

His hand resting against her lower back, leaned forward to kiss, prying open her lips, intimately and deeply, as usual.

Claire Prescott felt heat emanating from her entire body, her moist face was rosy beneath her pale complexion.

Never thought any day she’d be in this current situation.

Her family was just downstairs, and here she was, hiding with a man in her room sharing such deep kisses, the more she thought, the more alarmed she felt.

Afraid her family would find out, or walk in on them.

But.

His scent was too comforting, as if her heart was filled with something sweet and tingly, sapping her strength to push him away.

Ultimately, it was Keane Lowell who stopped first.

Just like always, gently pressing away the moisture on her lips.

With each press, Claire Prescott’s lashes fluttered.

Especially when meeting that deep, sharp gaze, she felt like he could see right through her, a sudden rush of guilt.

In haste, she pushed him away, explaining, "I was just acting with you earlier."

Whether or not that was acting didn’t matter anymore, he had already achieved the result he wanted.

Moreover.

Her bodily reactions were far more honest than her words.

Keane Lowell curled his lips, continuing along her words, "You acted well, keep it up, don’t let any flaws show."

Claire Prescott’s eyes fluttered slightly, her face like a delicately carved jade, more exquisite than a pure lotus.

Seeing the smile on his lips made her feel more bashful and uneasy, suspecting there was more to his words.

The ambiance of the room gradually faded away, covered by a clean, warm pine scent.

Keane Lowell began observing the items on her desk, his gaze settling on the paper basket beside it, filled with rice paper dipped in ink. He picked one up and looked at the handwriting.

It was a copy of "Student Rules."

"Still not finished copying?" he asked.

Claire Prescott glanced at the tally on the sticky note, "Still three more times. Are you going to help me copy?"

Originally just a joking remark, she didn’t expect him to actually sit at her desk, pulling out a sheet of rice paper while instructing her, "Prepare the ink for me."

After a moment’s hesitation.

Claire Prescott followed his instructions, skillfully grinding the inkstone, and when she lifted the curtain, the light poured in fully.

Her gaze was unwittingly drawn to the calligraphy he was crafting.

It was her first time seeing him write in clerical script, the brush strokes were strong and vigorous, gracefully unique, with a precise grasp of the structure of the characters, perfectly executed.

Though it was beautiful.

Yet, somehow something felt off.