Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go-Chapter 123: Ignore Him or Not

The atmosphere suddenly quieted down, and after that scare, Claire Prescott behaved herself a bit more.

With others around, she didn’t dare to make any moves on Keane Lowell, keeping her hands on her lap, sitting properly in her seat.

Yet, she couldn’t help but glance at him from the corner of her eye, faintly sensing a chill.

Outside, the sunset gradually dimmed and faded, turning the whole city a gloomy gray, while the skyscrapers began to light up with neon lights.

Feeling uneasy, she couldn’t resist turning her head slightly, casting a wistful glance at his cold side profile.

Even though her movements were pronounced, her gaze direct, the man still paid her no attention.

His exquisite white shirt made his skin look pale and cold, his demeanor noble as if untouched by worldly woes, like an isolated being.

He sat there silently, his gaze unfocused, and it was unclear whether he was lost in thought or simply ignoring her.

She naturally understood why he was so angry.

But it wasn’t her fault, just a mere accident.

Unfortunately, he witnessed it with his own eyes.

Recalling the location at the entrance of Sinclair Apothecary where the car stopped, there’s a good chance his cousin in the front seat saw it too.

Thinking of this, she felt somewhat embarrassed and awkward.

She straightened her head, keeping an eye on Zane White in front of her while stealthily reaching her hand towards the man.

Her hand accidentally brushed against his trousers, causing Keane Lowell’s leg to tense, as he lowered his eyes to look at her probing hand.

Her slender hand directly slipped into his palm, attempting to hold it gently.

Then, he let her take his hand away from his leg.

Once successful, Claire Prescott secretly sighed in relief, sliding her fingers through his, intertwining them with his.

His hand hung loosely, allowing her to manipulate it, the cold ring on his middle finger slightly uncomfortable to touch.

She didn’t look at his expression, just continued to envelop his hand.

Just at that moment, Zane White in the passenger seat suddenly called out to her, "Claire."

Claire Prescott quickly let go of the man’s hand, sitting up straight.

Then, she heard Zane White ask, "Do you work at the clinic?"

She replied, "Yes."

"How long have you been studying medicine?"

"Over ten years."

Hearing over ten years, Zane White was slightly surprised and turned to glance at her, "Have you been learning since you were young?"

Claire Prescott nodded, "Yes, my grandfather is the senior doctor at Sinclair Apothecary."

Zane White sighed, "No wonder you’ve been so low-profile in Valoria all these years, turns out you went to Kystral to study medicine."

Upon hearing this.

Claire Prescott was puzzled, "You’ve seen me before?"

"I’ve seen you, but you probably haven’t seen me."

Zane White didn’t elaborate.

Neither of them noticed the man next to them frowning at that moment, still not saying a word, with one hand remaining where she left it, lazily hanging by her side on the armrest.

Claire Prescott didn’t delve into what the encounter scene was.

But then, Zane White started talking again, "When did you and my cousin first meet?"

The question made her subconsciously want to glance at Keane Lowell, but she suppressed the urge, deliberately saying, "Just a few months ago." 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

Upon hearing this.

Zane White turned to look at them again.

Caught off guard by Keane Lowell’s tightly knit brows, he promptly sat back down, wisely keeping silent.

The atmosphere quieted down again.

Zane White’s response just now, she had clearly seen it.

A cousin being wary of the brother is natural, isn’t it?

When he didn’t ask further.

Claire Prescott settled her mind, resting quietly in the back seat, closing her eyes to relax.

Unconsciously.

She didn’t know when she fell asleep.

The dim light filled the car, and the streetlights silently brushed across her face one by one.

There was also a complex gaze quietly falling on her sleeping face.

The man’s eyes were deep and dark, with a kind of lingering pull, seemingly enveloping her bit by bit.

He spoke in a low voice, "Adjust the AC temperature lower."

Upon hearing this.

The driver complied.

Zane White heard it and couldn’t help shaking his head.

Later.

Upon arrival at their destination, the car smoothly parked in the designated spot.

Claire Prescott was woken up by Zane White.

Opening her eyes, still groggy, she turned her head to the side.

The empty seat next to her instantly brought her to full alertness.

Unaccountably, a feeling of emptiness and weakness washed over her like a flood, as if something was missing inside, eagerly needing something to fill it.

Did he just leave her and run off?

Claire Prescott frowned, angrily pushing the door open and getting out of the car.

However.

As she turned her head, she saw the man standing by the car waiting, his presence bringing her some comfort and relief.

The interplay of light and shadow cast on him, making his figure appear ambiguous, yet the sense of aloofness was particularly clear.

Claire Prescott lowered her gaze.

Zane White observed her reaction and chuckled lightly, "Claire, let’s go inside first."

Claire Prescott hesitated for a moment, ignoring Keane Lowell, not even calling out to him, just followed behind Zane White.

Zane White asked in a gentle voice, "Have you been here for a meal before?"

Claire Prescott replied, "No, but I’ve heard the Cantonese desserts here are really good."

The elegant young man maintained a congenial tone, making conversing with him quite relaxing.

While chatting away, she didn’t notice the person behind.

The man was intently watching their backs, as if abandoned by the two of them.

As he stepped into the elevator, inexplicably, a chill pressed down, causing Claire Prescott to intentionally distance herself from him.

This intentional action suddenly made the atmosphere between the three of them quite subtle.

Once the elevator reached their floor, Claire Prescott walked out first.

Zane White quickly redirected her, calling out, "Claire, this way."

Upon hearing this.

Turning her head, Claire Prescott met Keane Lowell’s dull gaze, and she quickly averted her eyes, following Zane White into an elegantly furnished private room.

The entire space exuded a bright and elegant feel, even the tableware was crafted with top-notch ceramics, with the gold rims softly curved like a crescent moon.

There were exactly three chairs.

After sitting down, Claire Prescott silently sipped the floral tea from her cup.

Zane White passed her the menu, "I’ve already ordered a list of house specialties, you mentioned wanting to try Cantonese desserts, see which one you’d like."

Claire Prescott glanced through, choosing a portion of coconut ice with water chestnut paste, "All set."

Just as she finished.

Keane Lowell took the menu from her hand, seeing what she had selected, called the waiter over to ask, "How much is the portion?"

"About half a cup."

"Make it a third, serve it after the meal."

The waiter paused, "Sure."

Listening to their conversation, Claire Prescott inexplicably had a bad premonition.

Was he really going to reduce her dessert portion to a third?