Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go Chapter 144: I Missed You, Missed You All Night

At the mont the door swung open.

Her gaze naturally t the person seated at the desk.

Upon hearing the sound of the door opening, Claire Prescott abruptly lifted her head, and emotions surged within her eyes.

She set down her pen and dashed toward him with unstoppable excitent, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist.

Almost simultaneously.

Keane Lowell held her in his arms, the force gentle yet firm, gradually tightening, as if her warmth and scent filled the barren part of his heart, causing it to bloom.

His chin rested in the nook of her shoulder, the fragrance of her hair lingering around his nose; her presence, dustless and slender, made him want to beco one with her.

His lips pressed against the back of her ear, kissing gently.

A tingling sensation spread from her neck downward; Claire trembled sensitively, instinctively tightening her grip on his arm.

Even without exchanging words upon eting, holding each other silently was also a lodious sound. It was such a deep attachnt that she wanted him to hold her tighter.

But.

After a while, the man relaxed his grip.

Claire tilted her head back, slowly eting his affectionate and tender gaze.

The man had exceptionally attractive eyes, that of peach blossoms.

But.

The only flaw was.

The whites of his eyes had splintered with veins of red, and the grayish-blue beneath his eyes could not be hidden, making his eyes appear sowhat tired.

It was obvious.

He must have stayed up all night.

"You..."

Before Claire could utter a word, he forcefully sealed her lips.

With a large hand protecting her head, he pressed her against the white wall, fervently occupying the space as if trying to swallow her whole.

His heated breath spread out, a vocal possession.

Her heart was suspended by his fervent kiss, which crashed powerfully against her chest, causing her breath to beco erratic, as if drowning, unable to withstand his sudden advance.

She was forced to endure and respond.

Gradually.

The man seed to regain his rationality, paused in restraint, then continued with gentle taste, unlike his previous fervor.

Claire was kissed in a way that left her slightly bewildered.

As she raised her eyes, she t those slightly reddened corners of his eyes; the deep pupils seed ready to consu her.

There was a ssage in his eyes, but she couldn’t decipher it.

"What’s wrong?"

"I missed you, missed you all night." His Adam’s apple moved, his magnetically low voice carrying traces of restraint.

Claire couldn’t bear the intense gaze, her ears beginning to turn red, and her heart seed to burn with a hint of heat.

If he missed her, why did he hang up her calls last night, leaving her in suspense all night and morning?

Just as she was about to protest, she heard his stomach growl.

Instantly, her heart softened.

Claire furrowed her brows tightly, questioning nothing, nor saying much, and led him downstairs to Auntie Susan to prepare noodles.

Then.

She led him to sit in a single sofa, circled behind him, and gently said, "Lean back, I’ll massage you for a while, make you feel comfortable."

Keane hesitated for a mont before heeding her instruction, leaning back against the sofa, and looking up at her.

Claire commanded, "Close your eyes."

Keane obediently closed his eyes.

Next.

He felt her fingers, the pads of her fingers, gently pressing against his temples, gently massaging in a progressive manner.

The fatigue in his eyes gradually eased, and his mind seed to calm sowhat.

Her hand slowly moved down to his cheekbones, then to the Fengchi point at the back of the head. As her pressure increased, Keane winced in pain.

At the sa ti.

The action stopped.

Imdiately followed by a soft kiss on his furrowed brow.

He slowly opened his eyes, eting that gentle gaze.

"Pain ans stagnation, and flow ans no pain, endure it." Her voice was exceedingly soft.

He had seen her treating other patients with tenderness and patience, but at that mont, he realized her gentleness now differed from sitting in the clinic.

It was a heart-stirring tenderness, strongly evoking possessiveness toward her.

"Close your eyes," Claire told him.

Keane closed his eyes again, no longer furrowing his brow because of that prior kiss.

Auntie Susan ca out of the kitchen and happened to see this warm scene, a soft smile naturally spreading across her lips.

She originally didn’t want to disturb them, but with him hungry, she spoke up: "Young Master, Miss, the noodles are ready."

"Okay." Claire responded, then turned to him: "After eating, I’ll help you again with essential oil massage."

"Okay."

After that.

She walked him to the dining table, picked noodles from the pot, sat next to him, and shared the al with him.

Even in hunger, he ate rather slowly and deliberately, so ingrained was his propriety.

But she couldn’t understand.

How he could be so busy that he didn’t even have ti to eat, working on an empty stomach.

Later.

Claire, carrying the essential oil, entered the bedroom while he was already waiting for her sitting on the bed, having removed his shirt.

Though she had seen his body many tis before, she still couldn’t help but blush, her gaze slightly evasive.

She tried to act more composed, instructed him to lie head down towards the foot of the bed.

With the light illuminating.

The man’s back muscles were clearly visible; both spine lines and muscle distribution were perfectly complented, remarkably erotic and beautiful.

It was the first ti observing this so visually, almost forgetting what she intended to do.

Seeing him turn his head, Claire quickly regained her composure, placed a pillow underneath him, then moved a chair to sit level with him in front.

"Have you massaged others like this?" Keane asked in a low voice.

Claire paused: "I’ve massaged my grandma. You’re lucky to enjoy my service."

Keane broke into a smile but said nothing.

"Your acupuncture points seem blocked. Do work fewer late nights; however busy work gets, your health is more important."

"Mm."

He answered sowhat perfunctorily. Claire didn’t press further. As her hand reached his lower back, she sensed his body tensing subconsciously.

She guided: "Relax."

But the man replied: "You can’t massage other patients in the future."

Claire paused, then promptly understood his concerns, "Nonsense. Our clinic has professional massage therapists, and besides, when we massage patients, they have clothes on, and a towel is placed on their back."

Implying.

No direct bodily contact.

Yet his possessiveness was strong, "Even so, not allowed."

"Alright." Claire agreed without hesitation, taking the chance to make a demand: "Then could you promise not to hang up on halfway through a conversation in the future?"

Keane explained: "I didn’t hang up intentionally; the phone ran out of battery."

"Okay." Claire didn’t doubt him or dwell on it, "Glad you don’t find botherso."

Once said.

She fell silent, focused on massaging his waist.