Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go-Chapter 113: Why Is Your Face Still Red?

The man’s shirt was open, loosely hanging in mid-air, with a thick, burning heat emanating from his body, spreading warmly downward.

A pair of eyes fell in the dim light, deep and rich like ink that can’t dissolve, seemingly absorbing her.

His voice was husky: "Did you do it on purpose?"

Claire Prescott smiled innocently: "Even if I did it on purpose, I only did what you asked for, and it’s you who couldn’t handle it."

After all, it was just a kiss on his Adam’s apple, who knew he was so sensitive...

She lifted her hand to his side face, gently rubbing her fingertip along his eye corner, her voice softening: "Not tonight, please don’t."

Her tone carried a soothing intent, subtle and intimate, leaving one helpless against her charms.

Keane Lowell was successfully lured in, bending down, gently and restrainedly pressing his lips on her soft lips, before releasing her after a while.

He stood up, walking steadily towards the door while buttoning his shirt.

As he pressed the switch, bright light immediately filled the entire villa, dispelling all darkness and illuminating the lingering warmth and allure from before.

Claire instinctively reached out to cover her eyes, and only after gradually adjusting did she lower her hand.

She turned her gaze and met the deep, jet-black eyes of the man.

Though his shirt was slightly wrinkled, it could not hide the refined and elegant demeanor he exuded.

The lustful atmosphere was cleaned away, returning rapidly to a composed ascetic appearance.

She sat up from the sofa.

The light-colored top, styled lazily, piled around her waist and hips as she sat up, her long hair casually draping over her shoulders. Though she maintained a calm facade, the blush on her cheeks remained vivid, adding a lively charm.

Avoiding the man’s gaze, she stood up to find some water.

While fetching water, she caught a glimpse of the man calmly walking upstairs.

No need to ponder what he went up for.

She took a sip of cool water, suppressing the restlessness within her.

Unintentionally, she noticed Chloe looking up at her, seeming to take in all her reactions.

In the end, unable to bear it, she went upstairs to the study, retrieving pen and paper to transcribe, using the task to calm her scattered thoughts.

Gradually, she seemed to immerse herself in the words, wandering among them.

Night was quiet and deep.

As she wrote, she inexplicably heard the sound of shower water splashing on the ground.

It was hard to believe, considering the study was several rooms away from where he was, and each room was well soundproofed—how could she hear such sounds?

Moreover.

The sound of the door opening startled her, making her tremble.

Looking up, she saw the man freshly clean in a bathrobe standing at the door.

Claire’s face flushed red, hurriedly averting her gaze, causing the freshly written words to be smeared with ink.

Keane saw her panic but couldn’t understand what she was anxious about.

He approached the desk while she instinctively covered the writing with her hand, leaving only blank paper and ink marks.

Perhaps her mind was in chaos, but wherever he looked made her feel guilty, wanting to hide.

They were just a table apart.

Keane lifted his gaze to her blushing face, asking: "Why is your face still red?"

As soon as he spoke.

Claire’s face turned even redder, with a hint of inner distress.

Especially under his deep gaze, she felt as if her inner world was laid bare and teased.

She bit her lip subtly, calmly meeting his gaze, countering defiantly: "I see Young Master Lowell feigns disinterest convincingly; twenty years of pretending and no one noticed."

"..."

"..."

Keane was stunned.

Before he could react, she bypassed half the desk and walked straight out of the study.

Even after she’d been gone for quite a while, he couldn’t fathom why she’d reacted so strongly to his offhand comment.

He quietly reviewed.

He opened the paper but noticed nothing unusual; it was neatly filled with content from "Student Rules," save for one word smudged in haste. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Over half an hour passed...

Keane stood with arms crossed by the bathroom door, waiting for her to come out.

As the door opened, their eyes naturally met.

After showering, the girl’s face was clear and smooth like a freshly bloomed lotus, her nightwear loosely hanging on her, exuding a lazy yet pure and fresh aura.

Her clear and bright eyes carried a hint of stubbornness when they looked over.

"What are you doing here?"

She spoke calmly, making her way to the cozy bed, pretending to be busy as she organized the impeccably spread blanket.

Keane silently observed, asking as she climbed into bed: "What did that sentence mean?"

Claire paused, feigning ignorance: "Which sentence?"

"The one about me pretending to be disinterested."

She avoided his gaze: "Just like it sounds, did I say something wrong?"

After saying that, she lifted the blanket and lay down sideways, leaving only her back to him.

The more one avoids, the more suspicious it becomes.

Though the girl was hard to grasp, he still noticed something amiss in the details.

With a smile, he asked: "While alone in the study, what were you thinking about?"

What he truly wanted to know was this.

Yet she responded with silence.

As time dragged on, she pretended to sleep.

Keane helplessly turned off the lights and climbed into bed, hugging her from behind.

Having gone several days without sleeping together, even though they spoke every day, it didn’t quell his desire for her.

Not having her by his side, his sleep was never as deep.

The girl’s fragrant hair and soft scent were comforting, making him unwilling to let go.

Then.

His hand unimpededly touched her abdomen; she reflexively tensed, then slowly adapted to his touch with her hand over his.

"Why is your stomach so cold?"

His warm voice sounded from behind, his breath brushing against her nape, causing her body to stiffen.

She answered softly: "It’ll warm up soon."

Although their bodies were pressed together, what truly warmed her to her core was his warm hand on her abdomen.

She shouldn’t have been so passive-aggressive to him; being teased by him wouldn’t harm her in any way.

Thinking of this.

She hesitated for a while before speaking to him: "Just now...."

After a pause, she continued: "Just now, I was wondering what you were doing in the shower."