Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go-Chapter 176: Don’t Bully Her

She couldn’t help but say, "At least imitate my handwriting when you write; it will be obvious at first glance."

Keane Lowell asked, "So many times, Elder Sinclair will check one after another."

Grandfather wouldn’t do that.

It was just strict when she was a child, making her rewrite any crooked letter. As she grew up, she practically never made a mistake, and last time he just flipped through it briefly and moved on.

"This time, perhaps." Claire Prescott couldn’t guarantee.

"If they find out, just tell Elder Sinclair that I didn’t let you copy."

"Aren’t you afraid of getting scolded then?"

"It’s different in nature." Keane Lowell spoke quietly, as if everything was within his control.

Claire Prescott gradually understood what he meant by being different in nature.

One is bullying, the other is protecting.

The nature is certainly different.

Forget it, if she really got caught, it’s not her who would be scolded anyway.

Claire Prescott ground the ink, feeling bored, and during a break to the bathroom, she simply lay down on the bed, leaving him to continue copying, watching his upright figure through the white mosquito net.

For some reason, her private space seemed different with his arrival, but she couldn’t pinpoint how exactly.

In short.

It’s a very comforting, companion-like feeling, as if time has grown a little longer.

She stopped thinking about it, closed her eyes, and relaxed.

The whole space was left with the gentle rustling sound, lulling her to sleep, as her mind settled, she unwittingly slipped into a dream.

Keane Lowell glanced at the peacefully sleeping person.

... She indeed didn’t treat him as an outsider.

However, sleeping off the afternoon’s events would be best.

The light and shadows gradually thinned, and the sky was filled with red clouds.

Septima’s voice came calling from downstairs, calling Claire.

Keane Lowell stopped writing and got up, walking leisurely toward the bed. He quietly looked down at her sleeping face, her light blue clothes laid softly and beautifully on her, the blanket only covering her belly, her features like a painting, sleeping posture lazy and relaxed.

She was sleeping very deeply, not hearing the call at all.

He sat down by the bed, gently shook her soft hand, and softly called, "Time to get up."

Soon after.

He saw her open her drowsy eyes, blankly meeting his gaze.

The thin light made Claire Prescott momentarily uncertain if it was morning or evening when she heard him say her grandmother was looking for her, she instantly became a bit more alert.

Memories returned to the events before falling asleep.

She quickly sat up from the bed, tidied her hair, then got off the bed to straighten her clothes, without much thought she held Keane Lowell’s hand and opened the door, leading him downstairs.

Septima was in the living room wiping the table, slightly surprised to see them coming down together: "I thought you went out with Keane Lowell."

As she spoke.

Her gaze fell on their closely held hands.

"I took him to my room to listen to music, didn’t hear you calling me." Claire Prescott diverted the topic, her voice light as she asked, "Grandma, it smells wonderful, what delicious food did you make?"

"Just some home-cooked dishes."

"You’ve been busy for over two hours, surely not just simple home-cooked dishes."

Septima smiled indulgently and said, "Sweet talker, go quickly and have Keane sit down, your grandfather is almost back."

Speaking of grandfather.

Claire Prescott’s gaze unconsciously moved to the door, seeing grandfather returning with hands behind his back from outside.

As he entered.

Claire Prescott and Keane Lowell’s voices rang out in succession.

"Grandfather."

"Senior Sinclair."

The elderly doctor glanced at the two of them expressionlessly, his gaze fixing on Keane Lowell, calmly saying, "Here?"

Not as enthusiastic as Septima, but the elderly doctor is like that, besides, he just finished work, bound to show some fatigue.

But.

Claire Prescott instinctively tightened her hold on Keane Lowell’s hand.

The elderly doctor then spoke, "Don’t just stand there, sit together."

Claire Prescott led Keane Lowell to sit down, then went to the kitchen to help her grandmother bring out the dishes. After everyone was seated, Septima first invited Keane Lowell to dine, showing interest as she looked over Keane Lowell’s background.

And asked about his career.

Keane Lowell answered calmly and truthfully.

Out of habit, he kept adding food to Claire Prescott’s plate.

Noticing the subtle atmosphere, he calmly eased it by saying, "Grandma’s cooking is great, thank you for carefully preparing this."

Septima smiled, "Glad you like it, eat more if you do, treat it like your own home."

"Alright."

Integration takes time; it can’t happen just by meeting once, he will try his best to blend into the family atmosphere here.

The elderly doctor suddenly spoke, "You’re six years older than my granddaughter and running a business, surely more knowledgeable than her. It’s expected you are steadier too, I don’t know if there’s a generation gap between you, but you have decided to be together now, so walk steadily forward and accommodate her more."

"Of course, the important thing is, be a trustworthy and obliging businessman, don’t let interests affect your relationship. If I find out you bully my granddaughter, I won’t let you off; these old bones are still tough."

The elderly doctor seriously looked at Keane Lowell and said, his eyes sharp in observing his reaction.

Keane Lowell humbly accepted the advice, naturally understanding his care for his granddaughter, and earnestly promised, "I will remember what you said, don’t worry, I will sincerely care for her and not let her suffer."