Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go Chapter 97: None of Us Feels Well

The next day.

Claire Prescott was woken up by the alarm.

She hadn’t even stretched when she felt her waist aching unbearably,

recalling last night, she felt deeply regretful.

If she’d known, she wouldn’t have said those words.

With sleepy eyes, she washed up and went downstairs, glimpsing the man sitting on the sofa drinking lemon water. Judging from the situation, it seems he hadn’t been up for long either.

Stopping three steps from the bottom, she commanded him from afar, "Co over and carry ."

Hearing this.

Keane Lowell looked up at her, eyes full of doting affection.

After placing the water on the coffee table, he ca over to carry her.

"Does your waist hurt?" he asked softly.

Claire blushed, wrapping her arms around his neck with her chin resting on his shoulder,

Keane placed her down on his lap, his hand covering her lower back through her clothes, massaging as he asked, "Does this feel better?"

Claire didn’t answer, just silently feeling the warmth and pressure of his hand.

However.

She couldn’t help but speak her mind: "I won’t help you again next ti."

Keane’s hand paused, a slight smile on his lips as he coaxed, "Not in the bathroom next ti."

After so many tis, their conversations had beco so straightforward and blunt, with no more need for euphemisms.

He continued, "Let’s apply so more dication."

Claire’s face reddened as she stubbornly said, "No need."

Actually.

Last night, it was because the bathtub was too slippery, and she couldn’t stay seated.

It was the bathtub and shower gel’s fault.

She straightened up, looking at the man’s handso face, from his forehead to his lips, deliberating briefly before kissing the corner of his slightly upturned eye. As they parted, their gazes naturally t.

Obviously, his eyes brightened, his deep, enchanting eyes were jet-black and shining, carrying a hint of bewildernt.

The massage on her waist slowed even more.

Claire couldn’t help but wonder if he would go and ask Chloe what it ant when his girlfriend kissed his eye.

Thinking like this.

Her mischievous look couldn’t hide and was all captured in Keane’s eyes.

"What are you smiling at?" Keane asked in a deep voice.

Claire paused in her gaze, "Did I just smile?"

"You did." He asserted.

"..." Rendered speechless.

Claire diverted his attention, asking with concern, "Do you have a headache? If it hurts, I can give you acupuncture to relieve it."

Changing the topic.

Keane didn’t ponder over what she was thinking earlier, replying warmly, "No."

"No matter how good your drinking capacity is, don’t drink too much."

"Okay."

As their conversation eased, Keane gently kissed her lips, then carried her to the dining room, considerately placing today’s breakfast in front of her.

"If you still feel uncomfortable, take a day off to rest."

Claire shook her head, "No, I can still work."

Spending the whole day in the doctor’s office didn’t require much physical exertion, though it did take so ntal effort.

However.

She wasn’t that delicate, monts like earlier were just to get him to be more caring towards her.

...

After breakfast.

Keane took her back to Sinclair Apothecary.

Claire didn’t forget Auntie Susan’s hand injury, and upon returning to the clinic, the first thing she did was go to the counter, find the dication for treating tendonitis, and prepare to place a local delivery order on the app.

Tiger, with sharp eyes, imdiately noticed the gold ring on her middle finger.

He was secretly shocked over and over again, incredulously asking from across the counter, "Sister Claire, have you gotten engaged so soon?"

Claire followed his gaze to her ring, her expression a bit helpless, she calmly responded, "No, I’m just wearing it for fun."

As she spoke, her face inexplicably flushed.

She couldn’t help but recall the evocative scene of Keane putting the ring on her finger last night.

Pretending to be calm, she turned her gaze away, quietly taking her phone and the dication, leaving Tiger behind and walking to her office.

Even after she entered the room, that scene lingered, not just a fignt of her imagination but sothing that truly happened.

The word "baby" from the man seed to echo in her mind, resonating.

Last night, Auntie Susan said Keane treated her like a treasure, which she didn’t pay much attention to at the ti.

Now, thinking back, it seed quite fitting.

He couldn’t bear to see her hurt or bullied, and even last night, he called her that, for a mont, she felt like she truly was his treasure.

Thinking of this.

Her arm got goosebumps.

She was cringing at herself.

She pushed those thoughts out of her mind, packed the dication in a bag, then slightly opened a window and turned on the air conditioning.

When the delivery person arrived, she personally handed out the dication.

At noon.

Claire naturally had lunch at ho with her grandparents.

Only, the old doctor’s gaze was a bit strange as he looked at her, making her feel like he had seen right through her, causing her to choke on her rice.

Septima quickly put down her bowl and chopsticks, patting her back to help her, baffled, "How did you choke all of a sudden?"

The old doctor silently watched, not saying a word, and only exhaled deeply when his granddaughter recovered.

Claire took a sip of water, resentfully looked at the old doctor, "Grandpa, why are you looking at ? Do I have a flower on my face?"

Though the elderly hadn’t done anything, she insisted on blaming him.

The old doctor helplessly furrowed his brows, aningfully saying, "No flower, but there are other tricks."

"Yes, the venerable doctor sees all, nothing escapes your eyes." And so, inexplicably, she started bantering with him, taking another sip of water to suppress the nervousness and embarrassnt rising in her heart.

But.

The old doctor didn’t say explicitly, just cryptically remarked, "Your complexion doesn’t look good, young people should go to bed earlier at night."

As soon as these words were out.

Claire realized the old doctor saw through everything, but she deliberately confused the issue by replying, "I went to bed at ten last night."

The old doctor ignored her, as if too disdainful to argue with a youngster.

This is when Septima chid in, "You haven’t slept at ho for days. I saw on the news this morning that hotel sheets may look clean but are actually dirty and unsafe. In the future, sleep at ho. I’ve put your sheets out in the sun, they’re nice and comfy."

Her words had a coaxing tone.

But Claire felt particularly guilty, especially when eting the old doctor’s gaze, as if her past lies were exposed.

Perhaps Keane was right, the old doctor saw everything.

Ultimately, she sheepishly responded, "Okay."