Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go Chapter 28: I Promise Not to Appear Before You

Zara Leighton tried to talk to her with the usual joking tone, but inevitably showed caution, unable to resist checking her expression.

She didn’t want to lose her.

But.

That fair and serene face still showed no hint of cheer, her eyes half-closed, idly responding to her.

She racked her brain to think of how to appease her, but at that mont, a call ca in.

She glanced at it; it was a work call.

Zara swiped to hang up, saying helplessly, "Claire, I have to go."

As the words fell, the air suddenly beca silent.

Zara couldn’t help but feel downcast, "I’m leaving then."

As she turned away, a gentle, delicate voice sounded behind her.

"If your core is right, I won’t look down on you. I’ve seen all the efforts you’ve made in the entertainnt industry over the years. You deserve soone better; don’t dean yourself."

Zara turned back to look at her, a thin layer of tears in her eyes, hidden completely by sunglasses.

The person in front of her was as clear and pure as jade, untainted by any impurities. She often felt like they were people from two different worlds, and never expected to beco close friends.

Last night, there was a scene, and although Claire appeared indifferent towards her, she knew Claire cared about her.

She opened her lips, responding, "Okay."

Just one word, yet it seed to carry imnse weight.

Then, Zara turned and left the consultation room.

The room fell into silence.

Claire Prescott closed her eyes.

Her heart hadn’t completely cald down when a tall figure suddenly appeared at the doorway.

A black shirt tucked into his trousers highlighted his tall stature, his dark eyes seed imrsed in thick ink, preventing any light from penetrating.

He walked straight in.

Claire acted as if she didn’t notice, tidying up the snacks on the table.

Finn Prescott didn’t mind her aloofness, starting to speak, "I’ve been in Kystral for almost a month now. Every ti we et, you’re always avoiding . We haven’t had a chance to sit down and have a proper talk. Does avoiding help?"

Claire coldly t his gaze, "Talk about what? How to make willingly call you ’brother’?"

"Shouldn’t you call that?"

"I don’t acknowledge it," she said firmly.

Finn clenched his fists, his throat felt blocked by thick air, suffocating him.

He took a deep breath, saying, "No matter what, we’re family. I can’t just leave you alone. When you need it, I can be your support, rather than..."

Before he finished speaking, Claire interrupted.

"I don’t need your pity or charity."

Finn fell silent, watching her quietly.

Ultimately, his sister was still stubbornly resisting.

She didn’t like hearing this, so he let it be.

"Grandfather and grandmother are waiting for you to return. I’ve already booked the flight back to Valoria for next Monday, and made arrangents. I’ll co to pick you up then."

At the end.

He added, "You don’t want to see . Once back in Valoria, I can promise not to appear in front of you."

This was the biggest concession he could make.

Once the ti ca, he’d co to pick her up himself, whether she agreed or not, he’d bring her back even if he had to tie her up.

Claire’s expression remained cold and hard regarding returning to Valoria, with no indication of her stance.

The two parted on uneasy terms, as usual.

...

Dusk was nearing its end, the light and shadows on the wall gradually faded, becoming dimr.

After work, Claire didn’t go ho, wandering alone outside.

As she stepped out of the alley, she saw a familiar car getting ready to turn in.

Her steps halted, and the car slowly stopped beside her.

Clearly, it ca to find her.

As the window rolled down, she saw the man’s elegant and mature face.

His deep, soulful eyes always inexplicably sparked desire in people’s hearts, and the unclear hug from last night still lingered enticingly in her mind.

However.

Her mood was sowhat heavy, causing her to lose interest in him.

"Where are you headed?" Keane Lowell asked.

Claire shook her head without speaking.

The man spoke gently, "Get in the car, I’ll take you out to unwind."

She hesitated for a mont, finally circling past the front of the car and sitting in the passenger seat.

The car backed up, then rged into traffic on the main road; the man skillfully maneuvering the steering wheel, his white shirt neatly pressed, pristine, exuding his usual graceful and steady aura.

Being with him seed to dispel much of the gloom in her heart.

She quietly gazed out the car window.

Later, she gradually noticed a car following them and casually remarked, "Do you know the car behind us? It seems to have been tailing us the whole way."

Keane responded calmly, "It’s the Thorne Family’s car, no problem."

Thorne Family?

"Why are they following you?" Claire wondered.

"I’m not sure."

After these words.

Claire suddenly rembered Serena Thorne’s sister searching for him throughout the hall last night, unsure if he knew about it.

But she had no intention of actively informing him.

Then.

The car turned and entered a mountain road ahead.

The road was enveloped by jungle, plunging them into darkness where one couldn’t see their hand in front of them, their presence startling birds into flight, as if disturbing so balance of nature.

Claire couldn’t help but ask, "Where are we going?"

"Outskirts," Keane responded, playfully adding, "Don’t worry, I’m not selling you off."

"..."

The mountain road wound around, perhaps the car behind fell back, or maybe the wilderness intimidated it from continuing; it was now nowhere to be found.

After an unknown stretch of ti, they finally arrived at a brightly lit place.

This location wasn’t desolate; rather, it was the best spot for star-gazing, and not far ahead, a lawn had already gathered many tourists.

The car continued driving uphill, eventually stopping at a hotel entrance.

Keane naturally took her hand, leading her into the hotel lobby.

The manager, seeing him, hurriedly ca forward with respect. "Mr. Lowell, the equipnt you requested is ready. I’ll take you to the viewing platform now."

"Okay."

The hotel wasn’t tall, totaling four floors.

In the elevator, Keane never released her hand, showing no concern even with others present.

In contrast, Claire felt a bit embarrassed.

But this shyness didn’t last long, and soon they were on the rooftop.

The entire area was adorned with various colored breathing lights, forming a relaxing terrace. The table was full of fruits and snacks, everything prepared perfectly, blending into a cozy atmosphere amidst the light and shadow.

The manager led them to sit at the center, leisurely brewing tea. "You may go ahead and order, sir and miss."

Claire browsed the nu, looking at Keane, "I’d like so barbeque, is that okay?"

"You can have whatever you want."

With his consent, Claire felt unrestrained and finally ordered two bottles of fruit wine, handing the nu to him.

Keane glanced at the nu, adding so lighter dishes.

After receiving the nu, the manager retreated.

Only the two of them remained on the rooftop.

Keane glanced at her, concernedly asking, "Are you cold?"