Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go Chapter 114: What’s Wrong with Your Sister?

The soft, gentle voice ca out, and Keane Lowell was montarily stunned.

He imdiately understood the aning behind her words.

It was probably because, while she was copying books with a pure heart, her mind wandered off course, and when he caught her, she blushed shyly.

And after he said sothing, she couldn’t resist retorting.

Thinking of this.

For so inexplicable reason, he couldn’t help but laugh.

He couldn’t control his affection for her, so he held her tighter, planted a kiss on the back of her neck, and said softly, almost tenderly, "From now on, if the bathroom door isn’t shut, you can co in anyti."

Claire Prescott felt a burst of awkwardness crawling up her body, burying her head under the covers.

It seed he didn’t mind her desire for him, nor did he care whether she was reserved. Instead, he openly welcod her and dealt with the matter of desire with a calm and ease, without a hint of sha.

She didn’t respond.

She turned over, wrapped her arms around him, and closed her eyes to feel his warmth and breath, feeling the world regain its peace.

"Did Old Dr. Sinclair punish you again?" His voice was warm and deep, making one feel drowsy.

Claire Prescott murmured, "Originally, thirty tis, but I spoke out, so fifty tis."

"He found out about the ergency room incident?"

"Yes, he worries about . Whenever he worries, he punishes ."

Keane Lowell rubbed her head, "Tomorrow, I’ll help you copy."

"No need, just fifty tis, I can copy them slowly. Grandpa didn’t specify when I need to finish." She found a loophole.

With that said.

She leaned over and gave him a kiss on the corner of his lips, "No more talking. Goodnight, President Lowell."

After speaking, she contentedly rested her head on his arm and drifted off to sleep.

Keane Lowell remained silent.

Copying books often subconsciously influences a person’s thoughts and perspectives.

Moreover, her mind is not simple. Sotis following the ancient ways isn’t necessarily a hindrance for her.

However, this kind of hindrance can be good.

Copying might make her more obedient in the future.

...

The next morning, after finishing the unfinished business from the previous day, Keane Lowell went downstairs and saw the young lady quietly copying books in the shade in the courtyard through the floor-to-ceiling window.

Her eyebrows in the sunlight showed a serene tranquility, unintentionally exuding a pure and elegant air.

Very quiet and peaceful.

She seed to notice his gaze and looked up.

The window was one-way, so Claire Prescott didn’t see anything, only thinking she was being overly sensitive.

She continued to dip her brush in ink, writing line after line smoothly without a hitch, a speed she developed last ti when she was suspended and had to copy the "Great dical Sincerity".

A single dip in ink, and she could complete a sentence in one go.

These fifty tis of "Student Rules" shouldn’t be a problem for her.

Keane Lowell took a sip of water, set down the cup, and walked to the backyard.

The young lady quickly spotted him and looked over, "Are you done with your work?"

"Yes."

Upon closer look, one could see the neat lines of writing, with a carefree and spiritual penmanship, refreshing to the eye like a spring breeze.

"Your handwriting is quite good."

"It’s from practice." Claire imdiately switched the topic: "Does your previous promise to teach golf still hold?"

She was talking about the ti she t him at the golf course in Valoria.

Although she liked spending her vacation at ho, being with him, she didn’t want to pass ti so simply and boringly at ho.

After lunch, Keane took her to the golf club.

Club Young Master Miles Morgan personally ca out to greet them as they t halfway.

"It’s been a while since Mr. Lowell last ca here. Why didn’t you inform earlier, so I could welco you properly?"

After the formalities.

Miles Morgan gave Claire Prescott a aningful look, "This must be the legendary little doctor?"

Legendary???

Claire Prescott was montarily taken aback.

Keane Lowell introduced in a deep voice, "My girlfriend."

That statent set the boundary, and Miles Morgan, with a smile, dared not offend any further, leading them to rest under the outdoor veranda, serving tea to entertain them...

The young master in front of them had fair skin, sharp yet gentle bones, exuding a sense of English elegance in his every move as he brewed tea.

Thinking it over.

It seed everyone around Keane Lowell looked quite handso.

But, compared to Keane Lowell, they still fell short.

Two brewed cups of tea were placed before them sequentially.

Miles Morgan introduced: "Try it, so red tea I brought back from my trip to England last ti."

Afterward, the waiter leisurely placed fruit and snacks on the coffee table.

Claire Prescott wasn’t interested in tasting the tea, but went straight for the snacks, picking one up with chopsticks and taking a gentle bite, savoring it.

"Does the young lady like pastries?" After saying this, Miles Morgan moved the plate of snacks closer to her.

It was just a gesture of hospitality, and Keane didn’t hold him accountable for his attention to the young lady.

But the young lady responded familiarly, "I do have a taste for it, the more delicate the pastry, the more I like it."

Miles Morgan, hearing this, quickly called to the waiter, "Bring out all the pastries we have here."

"There’s no need."

Keane’s deep voice interrupted.

A subtle pressure spread over.

Miles Morgan was montarily embarrassed.

Then, Keane put down the teacup, his voice softened, "No more chatting, let’s play so golf with her."

"All right... all right." Miles quickly instructed the waiter, "Take Mr. Lowell and his girlfriend to a shady spot to play."

The waiter nodded and respectfully led the way.

Claire Prescott hugged his arm and tentatively asked, "Were you angry just now?"

"Not angry."

"..."

Miles Morgan watched their retreating figures and, slowly recovering, couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.

He was truly a person who endured abstinence for a long ti; unexpectedly, after "breaking the vow," his possessiveness was so strong he nearly scared Miles to death.

He was just a bit attentive to his woman, and that tone ca out as if there was a knife at his throat.

However.

One couldn’t deny that his woman was truly pure and beautiful, even in long-sleeved and long-pants sportswear, had a remarkable aura.

Like an uncarved jade, once seen, one wished to treasure her away...

Thus.

In the tis that followed, from afar, they could be seen standing close in the grove, embracing each other, with their hands intertwined as they swung the clubs, hitting the golf balls.

"Young Master Morgan."

A gentle and clear voice pulled him back to reality.

Miles Morgan turned his eyes.

He saw two young ladies in fitted sportswear walking toward him.

One wore black, the other white, one was youthful and lively, the other was elegant and reserved.

They were the Thorne sisters, Shelby and Serena.

He stood up and greeted them with a smile, "Miss Thorne, what brings both of you here today?"

Serena, holding her sister’s hand, calmly sat across from him and replied, "I brought my sister out to relax, and didn’t expect to find Young Master Morgan here today as well."

"That ans we are fated." Saying this, Miles Morgan quickly tidied up the tea table, moving the cups previously used by the pair aside.

Then asked, "What’s wrong with your sister?"