Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go-Chapter 116: I Want the Key to Keane Lowell’s Room

Chapter 116: Chapter 116: I Want the Key to Keane Lowell’s Room

The words "girlfriend" completely shattered Shelby Thorne’s mindset.

She tightly clenched her fists, her eyes overflowing with jealousy.

Serena Thorne saw her reaction clearly.

She raised her hand to hold her sister’s hand, advising, "Let it go, don’t keep fixating on him. He doesn’t care about you at all. People like him are not worth our trouble. Don’t forget what Grandpa told you a couple of days ago."

Keane Lowell’s status and position are indeed enviable, and she knows many women are secretly coveting him, but her sister’s direct and reckless approach, madly chasing after him without a care, is too dangerous and deeply worrying.

She really doesn’t know when her sister will change her bold and impetuous nature.

Shelby loosened her fists and said self-mockingly, "Every time he looks at me, he’s thinking about how to punish me."

Serena was speechless: "Stop fooling yourself. If you keep this up, there will be no saving you."

The last time Keane came to visit, even as an outsider, she could clearly see the expression in Keane’s eyes when he looked at her sister.

Cold and indifferent, his brows furrowed, with a chilling glare and a distinct look of disdain.

Shelby was undeterred: "No matter how he treats me, I just like him."

After speaking, she brushed off Serena’s hand, "Alright, let me be alone to calm down, those two are bothering me."

Serena felt a bit worried, wanting to follow.

Miles Morgan called out calmly, "Don’t worry, on my turf, she won’t suffer a scratch."

After hesitating for a moment, she gradually felt relieved and sat back to enjoy her tea.

However.

Not long after Shelby left, Miles received a message from her: [I want the key to Keane’s room.]

The message was simple and straightforward, yet blatantly conspiratorial.

His brow furrowed.

He didn’t expect her to be so bold, to dare ask him for the key, as if they were very familiar with each other.

He couldn’t afford to offend Keane, and naturally didn’t want to go along with her.

He replied: [No.]

He resolutely and bluntly refused.

This club was his family’s, he had keys to every room, and it was impossible to be subtle with someone like her.

A moment later.

A notification sound from WeChat rang.

Shelby: [The night my sister got drunk, don’t think I don’t know what you did to her. She’s still resentful. If you don’t want my sister to find out this secret, give me the room card.]

After seeing this message, his face immediately darkened, and he felt a growing panic inside.

He looked up at Serena sitting across from him.

Miss Thorne, with her clear and delicate appearance, handled all family affairs perfectly, prioritizing benefits above all, never showing a vulnerable side, making it easy for people to overlook her feelings.

Yet, that night, he witnessed it.

Miss Thorne booked a private booth by herself in a bar and drank bottle after bottle, cursing Milton Rivers all night.

She cursed until she was exhausted, her voice hoarse, then curled up in the booth and cried.

He watched silently at the door, and when she was so drunk she was out of her senses, he opened the door, went in, and carried her out.

Unexpectedly, she mistook him for Milton Rivers, hitting him, biting him, scratching his skin with her nails, leaving a bite mark on his neck.

He endured it silently.

Returning to the car after leaving the bar, when she seemed really tired, she suddenly quieted down, leaning weakly in his arms.

Lowering his gaze, he met her helpless and pitiful eyes.

Time seemed to stretch silently as they locked eyes, and at a certain moment, she suddenly hooked her arms around his neck and bit his lips.

The floods of emotion then burst, and he couldn’t control himself, taking her in the car, not just once.

Later, when they returned to the hotel, even as she was half-asleep, she still called Milton Rivers’s name.

In a fit of anger, he took her scarf and blindfolded her, continuing with her on the bed.

The experience that night was not pleasant.

But he did it, and he went all the way.

Her hatred for him was deserved, and it was true she had blacked out.

However.

How did Shelby know that it was him that night?

Noticing his unclear gaze, Serena turned to meet his eyes, "What’s wrong?"

Miles smiled calmly, "Nothing."

Serena’s gaze fell on his busy phone, "If you have something to do, go ahead, no need to accompany me."

Hesitating for a while, he gentlemanly said, "Then I’ll take my leave."

...

In less than an hour.

Claire Prescott had already learned how to play golf.

Once she could manage it easily, she stopped playing because she was covered in sweat and felt uncomfortable.

Holding the club, she walked over to the person guarding behind her, "I don’t want to play anymore."

Keane Lowell naturally saw that she didn’t like exercising, and with a smile, he said, "Lazy."

He didn’t say much more, spraying some mist on her neck.

The young girl was prone to mosquitoes, and as she broke a sweat, the insects under the tree swarmed around, yet they didn’t dare come close, only circling nearby.

Then.

Led by a waiter, he took her towards the villa.

The first floor was a dining and gathering place, decorated with a casual elegance.

Looking outside through the transparent glass window, they saw a stretch of lush greenery. In this inch-by-inch precious land of Kystral, it was like a hidden paradise.

Passing through the hall, the rich aroma of food made her feel a bit peckish and hungry, "Let’s come down for afternoon tea later."

"Alright."

Taking the elevator to the sixth floor, the waiter opened two adjacent room cards for them and then handed the cards over to Keane with a polite remark before leaving.

Keane gave the room card to her, saying in a deep voice, "I’m next door, come find me after you finish washing up."

"Mm." Claire took the clean clothes from his hand and went inside, closing the door.

At first glance.

The large room was spotlessly cleaned, the quilt neatly spread on the bed, and the air filled with a rich, lingering fragrance.

But the scent was too strong, making her feel a bit dizzy.

As her gaze swept across inadvertently, she noticed an incense burner on the table, with smoke gently spreading from a small opening.

Initially, she didn’t think there was anything wrong until she pushed open the bathroom door and went in, where she was instantly stunned.

There was about a second of silence in the air.

Immediately, a scream rang out from Shelby, lying naked in the bathtub.

The piercing sound echoed throughout the space.

Shelby hugged her chest and angrily shouted, "Why is it you?!"

Claire furrowed her brows, quickly composed herself, averting her gaze calmly from Shelby, and asked back, "Why are you here?"

"Pervert! Get out!"

Then, a wet bar of soap was thrown at her.

On instinct, she dodged to the side and hurriedly left the bathroom.

The scent in the room made her head spin inexplicably.

No matter how much she thought about it, she couldn’t figure out why Shelby was in this room.

Could it be the wrong room card?