Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go Chapter 159 - 59: Fell for You Too Soon

Perhaps it was because during her naive years, she developed a liking for this man in front of her, just because of three encounters.

Yet at that ti, he only saw her as a child. Knowing her identity as a mber of the Prescott Family, he still chose to provoke her, even saying he would kiss her once she ca of age.

He was six years older than her, already an adult then, appearing mature and steady. How could he casually make such a promise to a young girl untouched by the world, then vanish for six years without a trace?

Wasn’t this playing with her feelings?

Thinking back on the events after their reunion, she felt as if she had fallen into a pit, being led step by step into the wolf’s den by him.

Holding a high position, clear and aloof to the point where people didn’t dare to offend him; those around him carefully considered their words according to his deanor.

With him protecting her, nobody dared to disrespect her, even Milton Rivers had to take a detour upon seeing her.

By his side, she tasted all the sweetness and the gentle indulgence he offered.

If all this was a lie, she didn’t dare to think how devastated she would be.

The man had unknowingly co to her side, his large, tall figure looming over her. She looked up to et those deep black eyes like ink.

That aura was too overwhelming, making her want to retreat.

Not willing to show weakness, she went up to him, "You still haven’t answered my question."

Her skin was already fair, and under the bright light, the white shirt made her skin look snowy white and delicate, her clear eyes held a shimring glow, revealing an air of purity.

Keane Lowell asked in a deep voice, "Is the answer important?"

"Important. I want to hear your truth," she said defiantly.

"I’ve been abroad for six years, indeed partly to avoid you. But haven’t you forgotten, I still haven’t cleared up this account with you?"

Claire Prescott looked sowhat confused.

"If I hadn’t appeared in front of you back then, would you have kissed another man?"

"..." Claire stared at him blankly, tongue-tied for a while, then chided, "You’re taking sothing that never happened to fault , isn’t that a bit unreasonable?"

As he leaned down, her heart tightened.

Soon after, her entire body was lifted horizontally by him.

At the sofa, Keane parted her legs, letting her sit astride his lap.

Face to face, the intimate body exchange wasn’t easy to create a sense of distance; instead, it even allowed him to see her shy expression, better than her instinctively trying to evade him.

If she wanted to escape now, he could easily close the distance between them at any ti.

"Let’s not bother about the past, okay?" he coaxed warmly.

Claire Prescott remained silent, feeling sowhat relaxed inside.

Clearly knowing that dwelling on it was pointless, and the matter had long passed, the bla lay on her being young and inexperienced; he had easily captured her heart and she had fallen for him first.

Unwillingly, she leaned in and bit firmly on his shoulder through the grey shirt fabric.

The pain did not remain, the mark soon faded away, nowhere near as deep as the kiss marks he had left on her.

Keane laughed lightly, "Feeling better?"

Claire Prescott sullenly t his gaze.

Suddenly he raised a hand, placing the pad of his index finger lightly against her heart area, his deep gaze seeming to penetrate, discerning everything. "Back then, did you already have feelings for ?"

Claire’s heart instantly ward up, pounding intensely, her mind turned blank in an instant.

Her eyelashes trembled as she grasped the finger circling her heart, her fair face burning red, unable to et his eyes.

A hint of amusent had already crept into the man’s eyes.

She lied, "I didn’t."

"Lying in front of calls for punishnt." Bla it on her overly out-of-control response just now, her entire deanor was off.

Claire Prescott was still on the sa line, "No."

"Back then, intentionally spreading rumors about my hand*, was it to retaliate for my long absence?"

"No."

"Sending ’Are you asleep?’ late at night, did you really want to sleep with then?"

Claire shook her head, nearly breathless from his questioning, "No, it was really a ssage sent by mistake that night."

Keane didn’t believe it, holding her by the waist, "Not explaining that night, only to casually say the next day that it was a mistake, even asking what my reply ant, isn’t that bad?"

"..." For a mont, Claire Prescott was unable to reply or explain.

Keane stared into those flustered eyes, continuing, "That night I thought of you all night, how could my heart not be ablaze?"

Claire raised her hand to cover his mouth, not wanting to hear anymore.

Only realizing now.

She understood sothing, throwing the problem back at him, "But at that ti, you clearly said the reply wasn’t from you."

Her clear eyes held a superior sense of having found a loophole, exceptionally bright and captivating.

Keane glanced with a trace of helplessness, his eyes dark and deep as he looked at her, he brushed away her hand, "Without so effort, how could I catch up so quickly?"

He then added, "Who knew you hid so deeply, developing feelings so early."

Claire was made speechless, about to deny when he kissed her, blocking all her words.

He couldn’t allow her to deny what he had determined.

As he kissed, he no longer wanted to stop.

Her taste, no matter how many tis experienced, never felt tireso; instead, the more tasted, the more insufficient it seed, his hands instinctively unbuttoned her shirt, sliding in through the gaps.

The warm, rough palm pressed against her delicate skin on her waist, sliding upwards from her lower back, deftly undoing her buttons.

Claire promptly dodged his kiss, throwing herself into his embrace, tightly clinging to him.

"Let’s go to the bedroom."

Yet the man questioned at this mont, "When did you develop feelings?"

She didn’t respond. He continued to create heat.

Claire was tortured to the point she couldn’t bear it, worried Auntie Susan would walk in at any mont and see this scene.

Little did she know, already when he returned, he had given Auntie Susan a vacation, leaving only the two of them in the entire villa.

"Speak or not?"

Seems to be forcing her to confess with a sense of shaful taboo.

Claire clutching the shirt fabric on him, her toes curled up sensitively.

The man kissed her collarbones unsatiated.

Her shoulders shrank, wanting to escape, the man kissed harder, his strong arm firmly trapping her, no matter how she called his na it was useless.

In a mont of clarity, her heart hung at the extre, finally unable to resist admitting, "I like you, liked you from the start."

Her voice carried a light tremor.

As he stopped, she quickly said, "Let’s...go upstairs."

Keane curled his lips, looking at the flushed, tempting face, his voice low and deep, "It’s too late."

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