Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go Chapter 124: Ignore Her, Pay Attention to Her

The atmosphere was particularly strange.

Zane silently watched the two of them from the side.

He naturally also understood his cousin’s mood at the mont.

After years of asceticism, being admired by others as an exalted figure in power, the girl he liked could not be touched by others, nor could anyone else covet her.

It was all just possessiveness at work.

He eased the tension, saying, "Weren’t you welcoming to Kystral and supposed to treat this heroic figure to dinner? Let’s not make the atmosphere so tense."

Seeing Keane not respond, Claire asked, "When did you arrive in Kystral, Zane?"

"I arrived yesterday, if you have ti later, call him to show around."

"Sure, but I’ve been quite busy recently, so I might not have the ti."

Zane was puzzled, "No weekend breaks?"

"I have ti off, but I’ve scheduled house calls this weekend."

Upon hearing this.

Zane inexplicably looked at her differently.

Though born into a wealthy family, she didn’t carry the air of arrogance typical of a wealthy daughter; her entire being exuded a pure, refined aura, making interaction comfortable, without any pressure.

It was quite different from the people he had seen or heard about years ago.

However, it was also sowhat different from how she behaved when trying to appease others.

He spoke, "It’s alright, I’m not in a hurry to go back, you can find whenever you have ti."

As he said this.

Rembering sothing, he took out his phone while saying, "I just realized we don’t have each other’s contact, let’s add each other on WeChat first."

"Sounds good."

Claire didn’t hesitate, took her phone out from her pocket, stood up and walked over to him, opened WeChat, and scanned to add him as a friend.

At this mont.

Zane noticed the gold ring on her finger; he observed it for a while and then turned to look at the one on Keane’s hand, revealing a hint of amused satisfaction in his expression.

"You’re not even engaged yet, but you’ve both put the rings on first."

Claire instinctively covered up the ring.

When she looked up, she t Keane’s deep eyes; knowing he was still angry, she nonetheless defiantly locked eyes with him, facing that indifferent coldness head-on.

Eventually, Keane couldn’t withstand it, and his gaze softened slightly.

Claire returned to her seat and said, "Just wearing it for fun, when I’m angry... turning the ring can relieve stress."

Her words held an underlying aning.

Keane naturally understood the intent behind her words.

It was a reminder for him, urging him to think about their relationship when he was angry.

At this mont.

The waiter pushed the dining cart in, serving dish after dish.

Even with those exquisite and enticing dishes, nothing sparked her appetite; Claire checked again, but the dessert she ordered was missing.

She imdiately understood that the man just told the waiter about her dish.

By treating her so coldly, what was he trying to achieve?

Claire suddenly lowered her gaze and said mournfully, "I’ll just go to the restroom."

Keane took in her sad expression.

It was most likely because he had withdrawn the dish she liked.

He turned back to glance at her departing figure from the private room, his emotions suddenly becoming complex.

Even though he knew it wasn’t her fault, it was rely an accident, yet.

Whenever the image of another man holding her flashed through his mind, a buried fire surged in his heart, fiercely burning his entire chest.

His possessiveness towards her grew increasingly intense, continuously battering his rationality.

Yet the girl tried to appease partially but stopped halfway, deliberately saying they hadn’t known each other long.

Zane then chid in, "She was just held by soone else, not like she actively threw herself at them. Why get so angry about it? You’ll harm your health from the strain, especially since she even tried appeasing, which makes feel resentful for her."

Keane spoke in a low voice, "When did you et her?"

His indifferent gaze seed to pierce through Zane, carrying a sharpness.

Zane imdiately felt a chill enter his body.

He cleared his throat, "Saw her when we were kids."

Then, in a bid to save himself, he hurriedly explained, "Don’t worry, though Claire is indeed very charming, I absolutely don’t have any intention towards her, I wouldn’t dare compete with you. In fact, I was the one who helped matchmake you two back then."

"Continue."

Understanding what he wanted to hear, Zane responded honestly, "I saw her once in front of the hospital as a child, back when her mother fell to her death; she was holding her mother and crying, it was quite pitiful. It was only later that I learned she was the Prescott Family heiress."

Upon hearing this.

Visible to the naked eye, the gloom in Keane’s gaze increased, his brows furrowing deeply.

Zane then described the scenario in detail: "She must have been only six or seven years old then. She witnessed her mother’s fall herself, surrounded by blood; witnessing such a scene terrified even . Her cries seed to shake the entire hospital. Later, I heard the Prescott Family brought back the illegitimate child, and she made a ss of the whole Prescott Family."

As soon as those words fell.

The restaurant’s atmosphere plunged into a heavy density, almost as if thick clouds and mist enveloped the entire space.

Zane dared not utter another word.

"Therefore, when I marry her, why should I concern myself with the Prescott Family’s approval?"

Keane’s voice bore a subtle anger as he stood up from his seat and left the private room.

Watching his figure disappear.

Zane secretly let out a sigh of relief.

From the look of things, he was clearly going to find Claire.

But what shocked him was how deeply he cared for her, not just simple affection; he had most likely fallen in love... hadn’t he?

At that mont.

Claire was wearily washing her hands at the washbasin, scrubbing them over and over, until they nearly turned red, still unable to figure out how to make him happy.

It seed as though two forces were battling within her.

Knowing it wasn’t her fault, why did she have to appease?

He was angry, angry at her, and unless she pacified him, she would not feel comfortable.

She wiped her hands with a tissue, looking up at the mirror, eting that deep, gentle gaze reflected therein.

The mirror was polished immaculately, the man’s tall figure reflected with clarity, but it hardly compared to the refined grace seen by her naked eye.

She glanced at him accusingly, turning to face him.

eting each other’s gaze, they remained silent, simply looking at each other.

The girl’s clear, refined eyes sparkled faintly, resembling ripples flowing softly, with no trace of stubbornness or obstinance.

As pure and elegant as a white lotus, inviting tenderness uncontrollably.

Keane stepped forward steadily, drawing closer.

Claire felt an intimidating aura pressing towards her.

Her lower back pressed against the sink, leaving nowhere to retreat, her heart involuntarily lifting.

Before she could react to what he intended, his broad figure enveloped her, his hand encircling her waist, lowering his head, and dominantly claiming her lips.