Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go Chapter 87: 10 Minutes

Claire Prescott responded with a simple "hmm" and said nothing more.

So Auntie’s back. Since there’s no need to specifically visit Auntie, and perhaps Auntie doesn’t want to see her either, it’s just as well to avoid any conflict and not put the two elders in a difficult position.

She bid farewell, saying, "Alright, Grandpa, I’ll call you once the house is successfully transferred. I’m off now."

The elderly doctor nodded helplessly, not saying much more.

Keane Lowell’s car was parked right at the main gate.

The driver was the sa one from noon, always on standby.

However, as the Maybach drove out of the alley, two bodyguard cars followed quietly behind.

Noticing this, Claire turned to look out the rear window, taking it in slowly.

But thinking carefully, there might not always be bodyguards secretly following him; otherwise, she would have noticed sothing odd when she rode in his car before.

"What ti did you schedule the transfer?" the man asked in a deep and distinctive voice inside the car.

Claire turned to look at him and replied, "Seven o’clock, but as I was leaving, the agent ssaged saying that the original owner has already arrived, so we can sign the agreent now."

"Can you spare ten minutes?"

Gently massaging her palm with his thumb, since they had gotten into the car, their fingers were interlocked, resting on the center armrest between them.

At that mont, they were passing through a tree-lined road, where thick branches blocked most of the light.

The light falling on him was also blocked, obscuring his face and emotions, and making it unclear what he ant by ten minutes. His voice carried a hint of hoarseness.

Although she didn’t know what he wanted, ten minutes was clearly not a problem, so she readily responded, "Sure."

As soon as she finished speaking.

The man ordered lightly, "Pull over."

The driver and Claire were both montarily stunned.

Then, the driver quickly realized and steadily parked the car by the roadside, thoughtfully getting off the car.

Claire released the man’s hand, unbuckled the seatbelt, preparing to get off, but just as she was about to do so, her wrist was suddenly held by him.

She turned her head and was t directly with the man’s deep and attractive eyes.

Soon after, she felt his arm wrap around her waist, and with a sudden force, Claire landed steadily seated on his lap.

Although she had been held by him like this more than once, she was still surprised by his strength.

Before she could react, the man kissed her.

It was a sudden kiss, leaving Claire’s mind blank, only feeling the gentle strength and soft touch he held.

There was no tallic taste of blood, just a clean, enticing kiss.

Yes, his lip wound had already healed.

She gradually understood that the ten minutes he ant was... for a kiss.

The warmth of his palm resting on her shoulder, piercing through the thin layer of skin and seeping into her bloodstream, sending electrifying tingles coursing through her body and making her heartbeat increasingly erratic.

He released her with restraint, lowering his gaze to her lips, "Claire, open your mouth."

Claire hesitated for two seconds, the image of their kiss in this car the other day flashing through her mind, causing her face to flush instantly.

She lightly pressed her lips together, hesitated for two seconds, then actively climbed onto his shoulder, offering herself to his lips, savoring every bit.

His gaze instantly beca intense.

Lifting a hand, he gently held her nape, delving deep like rain after a long drought, entwining intensely.

Listening to her involuntary soft moans, a pleasurable sensation gathered and flowed down from his chest...

When it ended.

Claire leaned against his shoulder, panting as if she had gone through a long suffocation, her heartbeat taking a long ti to calm down.

She moistened her lips, her eyes a bit unfocused as she t his gaze.

Through the hazy light, she couldn’t see clearly.

But he seed at ease, unperturbed, calmly holding her and stroking her hair, despite the situation.

After a long, long ti.

She left his embrace and returned to her seat.

The driver got back into the car, not daring to glance back.

The destination was just across the street, and walking across the pedestrian lane was more convenient than driving and taking a longer route.

Claire asked Keane and the others to wait in the car while she took her docunts inside.

At that mont, the male salesperson who had shown her the house at noon and the original owner were both present. Since it was a full buyout, it only took over twenty minutes to complete the signing and transfer procedures.

As soon as she walked out of the hall, she saw him standing outside the car door.

She walked over and hugged his waist, informing him, "Everything’s been successfully processed; we’re just waiting for them to review and issue the new certificate. Now I can finally live in peace."

"Hmm."

Rembering sothing, Claire released him, "Wait for a bit longer; I’ll call my grandpa first."

...

Returning to Azure Court, it was already a bit late.

But Auntie Susan had already prepared dinner.

Perhaps because settling this big matter today put her in an exceptionally good mood, even her appetite increased, and she quickly finished two bowls of rice.

As expected, she overate a bit, so she dragged Keane to accompany her for a walk outside.

After returning, Keane went upstairs first.

Claire lay on the sofa, resting there alone, not wanting to move.

Her gaze inadvertently fell on a fluffy white blob.

Her vision gradually focused.

Then she realized the chanical dog had changed attire, donning its new skin. With this makeover, it no longer looked robotic, resembling a plush toy instead.

"Chloe," she called.

The chanical dog imdiately approached her without hesitation, "Master, do you have any orders?"

Claire didn’t respond directly, instead smoothing out its fur, and asked, "Do you like the new skin?"

"Since Master prepared it for , Chloe naturally likes it," Chloe reminded her, "Master, it seems you have a missed call."

Upon hearing this.

Claire glanced at her phone on the coffee table, indeed finding a missed call.

It ca through when she and Keane were on their walk, from Zara Leighton, who called more than once.

Her expression turned slightly stern, and she ultimately chose to ignore it, setting her phone to silent mode.

Staring at Chloe for a while, she issued a command, "Chloe, open today’s entertainnt hot searches."

"Alright, Master, please wait a mont."

Once the content was displayed, she scrolled through it, repeatedly confirming that there were no negative news about Zara.

In the search bar, she entered the na Zara Leighton, finding no recent trending words, only old ones.

In the past, as long as there was any gossip remotely related to Zara, her anti-fans would seize on it and sensationalize, slandering her.

But that was all before Zara t Milton Rivers.

However...

Last night’s incident was significant, posing severe risks for both Zara and Milton. Milton certainly wouldn’t let those malicious rumors spread.

Feeling gradually reassured,

she left Chloe, the chanical dog, downstairs, and headed upstairs.