Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go Chapter 44

Later.

To the hot spring club.

An encounter with his cousin.

The man, delicate and reserved, glanced at their tightly held hands and casually asked, "Are you dating?"

Keane Lowell looked down at Claire Prescott without giving a clear answer and introduced her to his cousin, "Claire Prescott."

Upon hearing this na, Zane White fixed his gaze on Claire Prescott, seemingly recalling sothing, and asked her, "Is Finn Prescott your brother?"

Claire Prescott nodded and didn’t say much more.

She didn’t like ntioning her family outside.

She never talked about her background with Keane Lowell, but it seed he already knew. She didn’t know when he found out, nor was she concerned about it.

Zane White turned to Keane Lowell, nonchalantly curling his lips, "Interesting."

From his expression and tone, Claire Prescott knew his words were not simple, as if hinting at sothing.

Before she could think more about it, Zane White invited them into a tastefully decorated room.

Soon after, a waiter knocked and entered, speaking respectfully, "Mr. Lowell, as per your instructions, the robes and hot spring water are all ready."

Keane Lowell released her hand and said to her, "Go soak for a while, I’ll wait here for you."

"Okay."

Just like that, she hadn’t even touched the chair before following the waiter out.

She couldn’t guess what those two brothers would talk about.

The hot spring was just around the corner.

However, just as she turned the corner, she bumped into a couple kissing passionately at the entrance, hard to go unnoticed in broad daylight.

But...

Claire Prescott’s vision gradually cleared.

Correctly speaking, it was Ethan Lancaster and a woman in a cheongsam.

And that woman was Faye Lynn, whom she had just t the night before.

Ethan Lancaster’s gaze suddenly t hers, and he abruptly pushed Faye Lynn away.

Claire Prescott imdiately averted her gaze, pretending not to see.

The waiter in front seed used to such situations, quietly leading her past them.

At this mont, Ethan Lancaster called out Claire Prescott’s na directly, his voice carrying a hint of irritation.

The situation was a bit awkward.

Claire Prescott turned calmly and looked at him.

"Is there sothing you need, Mr. Lancaster?"

His earlier passion dissipated quickly, and he imdiately reverted to his usual gentle and refined deanor, brows deeply furrowed, as if greatly dissatisfied with her.

Seeing him looking at her without speaking, Claire Prescott found him inexplicable, "If Mr. Lancaster feels I just interrupted you two, I can apologize."

"She and I are not in that kind of relationship you saw."

"Mr. Lancaster, you don’t have to explain anything to . It’s fine if she’s your girlfriend," Claire said lightly, "If there’s nothing else, I’ll be going."

As she turned, she heard Faye Lynn calling "Ethan" affectionately and plaintively.

The soft voice carried hidden stories, as if they were long acquainted.

However, she didn’t dwell on it as long as Ethan Lancaster didn’t co to bother her, the world would remain peaceful.

The waiter led her to a private room and then returned to the original place, knocking to enter.

At that mont, the two brothers were leisurely having tea, discussing business matters.

"Mr. Lowell, everything you instructed has been taken care of."

"Did you see them?" Keane Lowell asked in a low voice, his tone cool.

"Upon arrival, Mr. Lancaster was with his ex."

"What was her reaction?"

"The young lady had no reaction, rely told Mr. Lancaster: no need to explain, it’s fine if she’s your girlfriend."

Upon hearing this, Zane White already figured out the whole story, looking at him with interest, "Playing dirty, that’s truly your style."

Seeming to see everything, Zane White put down his teacup and smiled, "I won’t disturb your romance further."

As he reached the door, like suddenly rembering sothing, "By the way, I heard you’d co, so I added sothing to your private hot spring."

Upon hearing this, Keane Lowell’s expression imdiately darkened.

The air seed to freeze, and Zane White added, "I thought you’d soak, specially prepared for you, just forgot to ntion it."

The waiter was about to say sothing but saw Mr. Lowell frowning, and he quickly left the room.

"Mr. White, we’ve already removed all the snakes as Mr. Lowell asked us to prepare won’s clothing, we considered this issue."

Zane White’s eyes glowed slightly, "I’ll ask your superior to give you a raise later."

...

In the private hot spring room, Keane Lowell had long cast aside the concept of "etiquette," unlocked the fingerprint lock directly, and barged into the draped area.

Amidst the swirling mist, he was greeted by a glistening, snowy shoulder, his gaze fixed, and suddenly his throat went dry.

At the mont she turned upon hearing footsteps, Claire Prescott unexpectedly t his eyes.

She blushed instantly, hurriedly hugging her arms, "Why... why are you here?"

Keane Lowell slightly turned aside, speaking in a low voice, "Co out for a mont."

He was standing there blatantly, how could she go up?

"Won’t you... turn away for a bit?"

Keane Lowell furrowed his brow slightly, then began walking toward her, each step treading precisely on Claire Prescott’s threshold, yet she had nowhere to retreat.

She could only watch, eyes wide, as the distance between them closed.

Without allowing any rebuttal, he tucked his arm beneath her armpit, pulling her from the hot spring and lifting her in a horizontal embrace. At the sa ti, Claire Prescott snatched up the robe nearby to cover her chest.

Her body was only draped with layers of a clear, thin fabric, beneath which was completely bare, dripping wet as he held her in his arms.

But the man’s gaze did not fall upon her, his deep black eyes fixed on the water’s surface.

The hot spring was crystal clear down to the bottom, with no trace of any living creature.

Keane Lowell realized at once that he’d been played by that rascal.

With the softness in his arms, he glanced down at her, carrying her back indoors, laying her gently on a chair.

Yet, eting her water-bright, innocent eyes, he couldn’t resist, leaning down to kiss her lips.

Her scent was sweet and soft, with a faint dicinal aroma lingering, subtly driving him out of control, even his breathing grew heavier.

Keane Lowell firmly lifted her up completely, supporting her behind the knees, positioning her to straddle him, switching places.

The white drapes mingled with the misted breeze, cast an enchanting curve, water from Claire Prescott’s body trickled down her gown onto the floor, leaving the room so silent you could hear only her heartbeat and the watery kiss.

He was gentle enough, patient enough, giving her ample ti to adjust, even guiding her step by step on how to receive this deep kiss.

Claire Prescott softened under his kisses, softened into a muddled ss, and didn’t even know when the bathrobe slipped to the ground. She wanted to retreat, but he didn’t give her that chance.

Rough palms clasped tightly around her waist, not touching where they shouldn’t.

There was no cover, and she was trembling under the rub of his trousers, a warm rush from within her uncontrollable.

Claire Prescott burned intensely, biting his lip to finally end the kiss. She quickly pulled out a thread of reason from the passion, picked up the bathrobe from the ground, wrapped it around herself, and hid in the changing room.