Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go-Chapter 187: Visiting the Set

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Didn’t see Keane Lowell for three whole days.

The following day.

Claire Prescott was idly wandering in her own yard, when the thought of visiting Keane Lowell at work suddenly popped into her mind.

She thought it, and she did it.

After lunch, she set off.

Carrying mooncakes made by her grandma, and picking up a bouquet along the way, she went to the Lowell-Kystral Group.

She didn’t tell him in advance, intending to give him a surprise.

However.

Unexpectedly, she was stopped by the receptionist downstairs.

When she said she was looking for Keane Lowell, the receptionist gave her a disdainful look from top to bottom and refused to let her in.

"Some people should know their place. Do you think you can just see President Lowell whenever you want?"

Perhaps seeing her holding a bouquet, she mistook her for one of Keane Lowell’s pursuers.

Claire Prescott didn’t want to waste words with her, "Can I at least meet with Assistant Cheney by his side?"

Upon hearing this.

The uniformed receptionist impatiently dialed a phone, then indifferently asked her, "How should I address you?"

"Claire Prescott."

"Please wait a moment." Though using polite language, her attitude was quite arrogant and rude.

However.

Claire Prescott didn’t take it to heart.

Soon.

Assistant Cheney personally came down to escort her, respectfully leading her up using Keane Lowell’s private elevator.

Once they went up, the receptionist turned and gossiped with her colleagues, speculating about Claire’s relationship with Keane Lowell, curious about her background.

At the top floor.

Everyone she encountered couldn’t help but glance back at her.

But with Assistant Cheney present, they dared not inquire and could only gossip in private.

The spacious office building was brightly lit as if in daylight, each area meticulously cleaned, the air fresh, creating a very bright atmosphere.

"Miss Prescott, President Lowell is in a meeting in the conference room. Let me take you to wait in his office first."

Immediately, Assistant Cheney opened a door, guiding her to sit on the couch by the coffee table, "Would you like tea or coffee?"

Claire Prescott replied, "Warm water would be fine."

Assistant Cheney calmly poured her a cup of water, "Please sit here. If you need anything, just call me. I’ll be in the adjacent office."

"Okay."

After he left, the large office had only her in it.

She began to inspect his entire office environment.

The design was primarily minimalist.

However, it seemed similar to the layout of his study, just with different displays. For example, his office chair looked quite comfortable.

Holding the bouquet, she stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. From here, it seemed she could encompass the whole city’s scenery within her view, feeling closer to the clouds.

She couldn’t help but wonder.

When he was tired from work, would he stand here with a cup of tea, gazing at the cityscape...

While waiting.

Assistant Cheney knocked and came in again, this time delivering snacks and desserts.

Claire Prescott asked, "What plans does he have for today?"

"After finishing the meeting, there’s a banquet tonight." Assistant Cheney comforted her, "Miss Prescott, you came just after President Lowell entered the conference room."

"Alright."

"If there’s anything important, I can convey it for you."

Claire Prescott hurriedly shook her head, "There’s nothing urgent. I’m just visiting."

"Then please wait patiently. The meeting will end in about an hour."

"Okay."

After Assistant Cheney left, Claire Prescott looked for a movie to watch on her phone.

Feeling the coffee table was not high enough, she decided to change spots, placing her phone on his desk, sitting in that comfortable chair, watching the movie while spooning mousse cake.

Keane Lowell returned during a break from the meeting, and happened to see her in this leisurely and enjoyable state.

Upon seeing him appear, the young lady paused her actions, looking at him in surprise, then called out lightly and melodiously, "President Lowell."

He closed the door, walking towards her with steady steps.

"Visiting?"

"Yes. Did your meeting end so quickly?"

Keane Lowell observed the remaining jam on her lips, indulgingly smiled, "Taking a break to come check on you."

As he spoke, he turned the chair to an angle, lifted her chin, leaned over, and ate the jam from her lips.

Claire’s eyelashes trembled, thinking he was about to kiss, she instinctively leaned into it, only realizing afterwards that it wasn’t.

She raised a hand to wipe her moist lips, her ears subtly warm.

"How long is your break?" She asked, trying hard to change the subject.

"Ten minutes."

Claire Prescott offered him her leftover cake, "Do you want some? I also brought mooncakes made by my grandma."

Saying this, she was about to fetch them from the coffee table.

Keane stopped her, holding her while sitting on the office chair, and softly whispered in her ear, "Stay a few minutes to watch a movie with you."

When he said five minutes, it was really just five minutes.

Before she could properly enjoy the aura of being with him, he left.

Claire Prescott felt truly bored being alone here, even watching a movie felt stale. Likely because he accompanied her for too short a time, igniting her yearning for him.

So.

When he returned from the meeting room once more, she dashed over to him, disregarding everything, hugging him.

About to kiss, she suddenly sensed two gazes from behind the door; she hurriedly hid in Keane’s embrace, embarrassed to the point of wanting to find a hole to crawl into.

It was two foreign men, who seeing this, discreetly turned their heads away.

Keane chuckled, soothingly patting her head, then led her together to the banquet.

In the elevator.

His German conversation with the two German bigwigs could be heard constantly, even though she couldn’t understand what they were saying, she felt the atmosphere was quite good.

Though his voice was too deep and rational, he occasionally gazed at her gently.

Later, as they parted ways downstairs.

Once in the car, the partition rose.

He glanced at her with deep eyebrows, "Weren’t you going to kiss."

"..." Claire Prescott paused, considering how captivating he was, and leaned over to kiss him on the cheek, her restraint evident.

She obediently returned to her seat, fastening the seatbelt.

"You weren’t going for this spot just now."

"Not now."

Keane temporarily let her off.

They arrived at a restaurant she hadn’t been to before.

It seemed like a private gathering, arranged beforehand, with a reserved room waiting for him.

The whole private room was filled with distant piano music, the melody and meaning long and profound.

The silhouette of the piano master playing was cast onto a white screen by the light, creating an elegant and artistic atmosphere.

As they entered, everyone greeted them respectfully, calling him President Lowell.

One man even brought along a female companion.

However.

She noticed the female companion dressed quite revealingly and was eloquent.

One person joked, "President Raymond, your woman has a good figure and a sweet tongue."

"If you like her, she’s yours." The President Raymond promptly patted her on the buttocks, generously offering her.

Then, the woman swapped seats.

The scene was very shocking for Claire Prescott, having never experienced such an instance before. Just casually giving away a person.