Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go-Chapter 179: He Has His Reasons

Seeing him, Claire Prescott naturally doesn’t show any pleasant expression.

She acts as if he’s invisible, continuing to eat the snacks on the tea table.

Her ears can hear them discussing which horse they have their eye on.

Milton Rivers eagerly starts talking about his bet in the port area last year, still sounding casual, but when speaking with Keane Lowell, he doesn’t act so arrogantly, chatting more like longtime friends.

After finishing this conversation, Milton Rivers’ attention shifts to Claire Prescott.

An unexpected silence arises, and Claire instinctively notices his gaze, defiantly turning to meet it, "What are you staring at me for?"

Seeing her unfriendly attitude, Milton Rivers doesn’t take it to heart, casually retorting, "Your face is just as unpleasant as before."

Upon hearing this.

Claire deliberately covers her nose, "I haven’t complained about you yet, reeking of smoke."

"..." Milton Rivers’ expression freezes, his voice stuck in his throat.

With Keane there, he indeed doesn’t dare to deal with her on the spot, even if he’s annoyed, he has to endure it.

His eyes darken, and he changes the topic, "If it weren’t for you, would Zara Leighton have broken up with me so decisively?"

"Young Master Rivers couldn’t keep her, and now blames me?"

"There’s a saying ’advocate for reconciliation, not separation,’ where do you get off always encouraging breakup?"

Claire sneers coldly, "I just hoped she’d break up with you, so what?"

She wasn’t aware of their breakup just now.

Zara’s recent social media has been filled with pictures of her traveling around with her assistant, showing she’s slowly adjusting herself.

However.

The person in front of her already has a new engagement.

"Since you knew you couldn’t give her happiness, don’t keep her hanging on, wearing down her love for you time and again; losing her is your own doing."

Milton Rivers once again finds himself speechless, sitting down beside Keane Lowell, reaching for a cigarette.

Before lighting up, Keane warns, "Don’t smoke here."

Milton Rivers pauses, his grip tightening on the cigarette, eventually rising and heading alone to the smoking area.

A minor interruption.

Claire Prescott doesn’t concern herself with the jerk, nor does she empathize with him.

Yet Keane speaks up for him, "He has his difficulties."

Claire turns her gaze to meet his, "Even if he has difficulties, he can’t keep toying with someone else’s feelings, right?"

"He couldn’t give Zara happiness, yet forcefully kept her by his side; did he consider her feelings when she endured humiliation before others?"

In a huff, she stood up, Keane grabbing her hand, helplessly saying, "It’s just one word."

Then.

He pulls her into his arms, kisses her lips, coaxing, "Let’s not talk about them anymore, the race is about to start."

Then he shifts her focus by asking, "Which number do you fancy? Shall we bet against each other?"

Claire Prescott calms down, knowing she shouldn’t be upset with him just because of a word, but she can’t stand him siding with his friend.

Clearly, his friend is the one at fault.

After a moment of quiet, she looks down at the horses preparing to race below, and asks him, "How do we bet?"

"It’s up to you."

There are a total of four races, with three horses competing in each, conducting short races within the venue. Eventually, the judges tally the race times for each horse to determine the winner.

After pondering, she says to him, "Well then, let’s each have ten points, bet on the first place for each of the four races and the overall winner, and whoever scores the most wins."

"What’s the reward for winning?"

"The winner can ask the other for anything, no conditions."

Keane quickly agrees, "Alright."

Having settled, Claire Prescott is eager; she pulls out her phone to start scoring.

The start and finish are right below them, so they can clearly see the race results; before the race begins, Claire has already picked number 2 and placed two points.

Immediately she urges Keane to place his bets.

At this point, Keane sees her score and grins, it’s his first time playing with her, unexpectedly so fun, "Number 2, three points."

Claire suspiciously glances at him, then calmly notes his score in the memo, holding his hand as they wait for the race.

Since they picked the same with just one-point difference, she doesn’t experience huge mood swings after the first race.

It’s when number 2 races towards the finish line in the lead, she enthusiastically shouts along with the cheers from the crowd, "Won."

Looking at Keane’s expression then.

The noble face only slightly smiles, showing a composed strategist demeanor.

Though trailing him by one point, she remains cheerful, at least she won’t feel bored.

The scene where both of them smile brightly catches Zane White’s eye, grateful he’s not sitting too close, lest he gets overwhelmed by their relationship sweetness.

After a twenty-minute break.

The second race is about to begin.

This time, Claire lets him place his bet first.

Keane wagers one point on number 4.

This time it’s different from her choice, she conservatively bets two points.

Keane then advises, "Betting on number 5 has a slightly higher chance."

Claire completely ignores him, feeling that if he thinks number 5 is likely, why doesn’t he bet himself, there must be a catch.

But upon reflection, someone as cautious as him wouldn’t commit fraud; after moments of indecision, she promptly changes her bet to one point on number 5.

But the outcome is, neither of them bet on the right horse.

Claire pouts, "You said number 5 could win."

"Assume the risk yourself."

"I’ll never trust your words again."

Claire doesn’t dwell on it.

But as things proceed, her heart beats faster with excitement.

In the third race, Claire wins two points, and Keane wins two points too.

But in the final race, Keane places all four remaining points on number 11.

Claire looks at him in disbelief.

Then sees his deep gaze locking onto hers, "First tell me what I want."

Claire’s expression tightens, a foreboding feeling envelops her, tension squeezing her voice, "What do you want?"

Keane beckons her closer with his finger.

Claire leans closer to him, bringing her ear near, then hears him whisper by her ear, "I want us to do it tonight in front of the mirror."

Upon hearing this.

Her mind feels like it has been bombarded by his deep, suggestive voice, her face burning red, heart immediately in chaos.

He didn’t used to suggest such things, but since she refused, he hadn’t forced it.

Despite not wanting it, he’s still been thinking about it, proposing it today in this manner.

Seeing his gaze, she forces a stiff smile, calmly replying, "I won’t give you that chance."

She sits up straight, starting to seriously consider how she could beat him.

She only has five points left currently.

If she also places everything on number 11, and number 11 wins, they could tie, but if number 11 loses, she would also lose.

To bet with him, or not to bet, is entirely up to her decision.