Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go Chapter 106: Never Just Passing By

He was holding a bouquet of flowers, his hair neatly styled, and a white shirt tucked into his trousers, standing tall and graceful as ever.

Yet against the backdrop of the pink and white flowers, there was a touch of tenderness.

Claire Prescott’s eyes lit up instantly, and she called out to him cheerfully, "President Lowell."

Keane Lowell’s gaze fell on the bowl of dark dicinal soup in front of her, and he walked toward her with steady steps.

Halfway, the young lady rushed into his arms, embracing his waist affectionately.

He naturally opened his arms and hugged her.

The scent of dicine on her was particularly strong, and as he held her, he felt she seed a bit frail today.

If not for the bodyguard here telling him she didn’t look well today, he wouldn’t have been able to make ti to see her now.

He placed a kiss on her forehead and asked, "What dicine are you drinking?"

Claire pondered for a mont, a mischievous glint flashing in her eyes.

Suddenly, she propped herself up on his hips, tiptoed, and kissed his lips.

Seeing through her mischievous intention, Keane opened his lips, let her in without minding the bitterness, gently cupping her neck, and deepening the kiss, depriving her of breath.

The kiss lingered for too long.

Claire beca anxious, fearing soone might suddenly walk in and see them like this.

She surrendered, saying, "No... No more."

Ultimately, she couldn’t withstand such stimulation.

Although she initiated it, she intended it to last two or three seconds. Who knew he didn’t mind the bitter taste and instead pressed on as if he wanted to devour her.

Even indulging her little mischief from the start.

Her pale face flushed with red, and no matter how much she kissed, the moistness on her lips wouldn’t dry.

The kiss seed to generate an electric charge.

The man ended it, leaving her eyes flickering, heart unsettled.

Eventually, she shyly evaded his kiss, then took the vibrant bouquet from his hands, wiping her lips as she turned away.

Suppressing the tingling in her heart, she looked at the flowers and asked with feigned calm, "How do you have ti to co today?"

"Just happened to be passing by." He swallowed the taste lingering on his lips, walked over to her, and reached out to feel her forehead’s temperature.

Claire casually held his hand down, "I’m fine, it’s just nstrual cramps. Probably from stress and the cold food last night. I’ll be more careful next ti."

"Shouldn’t have let you indulge last night." He said sternly, then softened his expression and asked warmly, "Does your stomach still hurt?"

"A little," she said lightly, "But don’t worry, I am a traditional dicine practitioner."

Though her complexion was weak, her eyes remained as clear and bright as when she looked at him.

Keane’s voice grew deeper, "Trusting you as a practitioner of traditional dicine, knowing what isn’t good for you and still trying it, relying on youth, just chasing enjoynt."

His remark hit the mark, leaving Claire unable to refute, and she remained silent.

Keane sighed and changed the subject softly, "Drink your dicine first."

"Okay."

A single word, obedient and sweet.

After setting the bouquet aside, Claire picked up the bowl of now warm dicine and drank it down in one gulp.

As though drinking water, her expression remained unchanged, as if she felt no bitterness.

Keane took it all in.

But.

He didn’t wish to see her like this.

After hearing her out last night, he realized that pursuing a career in dicine is difficult, and his young lady is taking steps toward becoming a great healer.

Her aspiration in dicine, he could support unconditionally, but he didn’t want her to suffer silently, hoping she could sotis not be so strong in front of him.

Although she often defies convention, making her hard to predict, her character is unquestionably upright and unyielding.

Keane took a deep breath and pulled out a candy from his pocket for her.

At the sight of the candy, Claire’s eyes showed a touch of surprise.

A warmth slowly seeped into her body as she accepted it, smiling, "Where did you get this candy?"

"Soone gave it to ."

It was Tiger who slipped it to him when he ca in earlier.

Of course, he also ran into Finn Prescott coming out of her consultation room.

As she unwrapped the candy and popped it in her mouth, Keane asked, "What did Finn co to see you for just now?"

Claire nonchalantly replied, "He ca to give money. He wants to help pay off my uncle’s debt."

"But I refuse to help them. They should repay their debt themselves. I don’t want to be their endless source of money."

"Now that they are gone, as long as they don’t bother or target Sinclair Apothecary, I won’t hold past events against them."

After speaking.

Claire changed the subject, telling him, "Cramps are a minor issue for . If you’re busy, you can go back to work. Don’t worry about ."

"Also." She paused, saying softly, "Don’t say you’re just passing by to see . I don’t like hearing that. Even if you are passing by, don’t tell ."

The words ended.

The room fell into silence.

Keane couldn’t help but laugh at her petulant deanor.

After a mont, he gazed at her dotingly and said in a deep voice, "It’s never just passing by."

Hearing this.

Claire’s ears seed to twitch involuntarily, and she looked at him in disbelief, "Were you lying every ti you said you were just passing by before?"

"Not exactly lying.

It’s being implicit."

As soon as he said it, Claire was at a loss for words, feeling as if sothing had filled her heart.

Yet, hearing soone as noble and authoritative as him say the word "implicit" made her inexplicably feel... an urge to laugh.

She pursed her lips, "Then no more being implicit. I prefer you to be straightforward."

Keane noticed the pure smile in her eyes.

This wasn’t the first ti he’d seen such an expression, making him very aware that she’d once again silently teased him in her heart.

Without saying much else, he leaned in and lifted her chin, giving her a peck on the lips.

Tasting sweetness, he couldn’t help but linger for a while, finally granting a nibble, then pulling away.

He looked into those misty eyes and asked, "Are you going back to Azure Court tonight? I can have the driver pick you up."

Claire shook her head, "I’m staying at ho, want to just lie down after work."

Keane didn’t press, "Alright. If you’re feeling unwell, just go rest. Don’t force it."

Claire nodded.

Keane didn’t linger any longer, patted her head, said goodbye, and left.

Just now, after drinking a bowl of dicine.

The cramping in Claire’s belly gradually subsided, her blood circulation improved, and she continued diagnosing and prescribing as usual, reading dical books when no patients were around.

As ti passed and the sun set in the west, the entire city slowly descended into night...