Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go-Chapter 180 - 80: Winning Feels Like Not Winning at All

Chapter 180: Chapter 80: Winning Feels Like Not Winning at All

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Actually, she had her eyes on number 10. That horse looked strong and valiant, the jockey was agile and skillful, and its past record was impressive. Besides, the audience reaction was highly excited when it appeared, so she felt number 10 had a great chance of winning.

But.

Seeing him confidently bet all his remaining points on number 11 made her hesitate a bit, since number 11 also looked like a champion contender.

So now, she wasn’t sure whether to follow her own instincts or trust him.

"Why are you so sure number 11 will win?" Claire Prescott couldn’t help asking.

Keane Lowell smiled, "Don’t want to be with me for..."

Anticipating what kind of nonsense he would say, Claire Prescott reached out and covered his mouth, silencing him.

"We’re outside now, can you stop talking about that kind of stuff? It’d be embarrassing if anyone heard."

In reality, there was hardly anyone around them in the area, the scene was noisy, and nobody paid attention to them. Even if someone saw or heard, no one would dare say anything.

Keane Lowell removed her hand, "If you want to win, don’t bet everything on number 11."

Claire Prescott was fully aware, but her concern was something else, "Do you know any insider information?"

"No." Keane Lowell looked at her glowing, rosy face, "Winning or losing doesn’t affect me."

Claire Prescott’s expression froze.

So, he didn’t care about winning or losing at all, ultimately throwing a challenge at her, putting all the pressure on her shoulders.

So bad...

Unwillingly she said, "Then I’ll state something I want too."

"Alright. Go ahead."

"If I win, you can’t touch me for a month."

Upon hearing this.

Keane Lowell’s gaze deepened, filled with a hint of dangerous confrontation, "Can you endure that?"

Claire Prescott found it a bit hard to look him in the eye, her face seemingly reddened even more by his words. She responded, "Anyway, I’m sure I can endure it better than you."

Keane Lowell laughed, releasing her, "Alright."

He looked relaxed, letting her make the choice.

Claire Prescott pondered for a while, eventually following her intuition, placing three points on number 10, and using her remaining two points to guess the overall champion.

After recording her bets, she held onto Keane Lowell’s arm, ready to watch the race.

The horse race was about to determine the final outcome.

When number 10 sprinted to the finish as the winner, Claire Prescott shouted in excitement, cheering for the victor.

She then turned to Keane Lowell, her clear and bright eyes sparkling with a lively smile, "President Lowell, I won."

Keane Lowell’s eyes showed little surprise, but he couldn’t help wanting to "tease" her.

He smiled lightly, "Are you really planning to go a month without intimacy with me?"

After saying this, he pulled her onto his lap, coaxing her, "I’ll give you another chance, change what you want, and I’ll agree unconditionally."

Claire Prescott was stubborn, provocatively meeting his deep gaze, "Not changing."

Keane Lowell was at a loss, eventually giving up for the time being.

After the race, it was noon.

As the attendant led them to the restaurant, Zane White followed silently from afar, and ultimately to get closer, he temporarily handed over the little white snake to the driver.

But despite not having the snake with him, for some reason, Claire Prescott looking at his refined face always felt like he carried an evil aura, especially when he smiled.

In the afternoon at the stables.

Keane Lowell wanted to take her horse riding.

But he got caught up with a work call.

When Zane White approached, she cautiously moved a bit further from him, "Brother Zane."

"Don’t worry, the little white snake isn’t with me anymore."

"Okay."

The two sat across a tea table.

Claire Prescott admired the rare remaining greenery of early autumn, with the slightly reddening leaves blending with the horizon. The gentle sunlight warmed her, and even the wind wasn’t as restless.

These gradually became the backdrop.

In the center of her view was the mature and slender silhouette of a man.

Zane White followed her gaze, understanding that her eyes only had Keane Lowell in them. He couldn’t help speaking, "A good man, skilled in medicine, no wonder my brother wants only you. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Claire Prescott turned to him curiously, "I don’t think I’ve treated Brother Zane before, have I?"

"Do you not know that your reputation has spread through the Kystral circle? The Young Family, The Lancaster Family, The Sutton Family, and several small families all have your back, treating you as one of their own, unwilling to hear a single bad word about you. Last time, a few people who spoke poorly were promptly taught a lesson, and the online posts slandering Sinclair Apothecary were dealt with. You seriously didn’t know about these things?"

Claire Prescott shook her head.

In fact, she hadn’t heard a single bit of it.

Zane White continued, "A few days ago, when the Young family couple visited The Lowell family, they kept mentioning you, constantly praising you."

He was present at the time, witnessing The Lancasters having less resistance towards her.

Perhaps they were not far from discussing marriage.

Keane Lowell was a man approaching thirty, dragging things out any longer would probably make them anxious.

However.

At the mention of The Lowell Family, Claire Prescott’s expression darkened slightly, falling into a moment of distress, though she quickly recovered. After all, she hadn’t reached that point yet nor seen how The Lowell Family disapproved of their relationship personally; currently, The Prescott Family is challenging enough for her.

"I’ve just been lucky that all the illnesses I’ve treated have been cured."

Zane White was unconvinced, "Too humble, in my opinion, you’re going to be a leading figure in the entire field of traditional medicine."

Keane Lowell turned and saw the two chatting, after finishing his last sentence, he hung up and walked over.

He didn’t inquire about their conversation, but asked Claire Prescott, "Did you spray the mosquito repellent?"

Claire Prescott nodded.

Immediately.

Keane Lowell extended a hand to her.

Claire Prescott naturally took it, "Where are we going?"

"Taking you riding."

Claire Prescott glanced at Zane White with slight concern, "What about Brother Zane?"

"Don’t worry about him, he’ll find a place to entertain himself."

Zane White choked slightly, "Don’t forget how I helped bring you together, now find me too bright of a third wheel."

Keane Lowell responded calmly, "Didn’t tell you not to follow."

Zane White was momentarily speechless, reluctantly saying, "Go ahead and have your date, I don’t want to be eating your dog food anyway, but I have one condition—at your wedding, I want a seat at the main table."

"Okay." With that said, Keane Lowell picked up Claire Prescott’s coat, draped it over his arm, and left with her.

On the vast lawn, the two figures drifted farther apart.

Eventually, faintly seeing the two riding a horse together, heading west.

Claire Prescott mounted with Keane Lowell’s help, initially feeling a bit nervous until Keane Lowell sat behind her, providing a sense of security.

The entire venue was booked by Keane Lowell.

Apart from club staff, there was nobody else.

In their two-person world, they could do as they pleased.

Thus.

As they passed through a cluster of red leaves, Keane Lowell turned her head to kiss her.

In broad daylight, she felt slightly uneasy, but being with him was truly comforting and relaxing.

Until the sunset painted the treetops red, they sat at the hilltop watching it together.

Time seemed incredibly precious at this moment.

She couldn’t help but want to cherish and preserve this warmth and happiness.

However.

The agreed month of restraint quickly fell apart, as she was tangled with him until the early hours that night.

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