Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go-Chapter 134: Rumored Boyfriend

Claire Prescott soon came out of the room, naturally linking arms with Iris Yates as they headed out.

The bodyguard called out urgently.

Both turned their heads.

Claire asked in confusion, "What’s up?"

The bodyguard’s gaze landed on their intimately linked hands, pausing briefly before he spoke, "Weren’t you looking for Tiger just now?"

"No worries, it’s not urgent, I can find him tomorrow."

With that, she led the way out the door.

Iris asked, "Did the receptionists at Sinclair Apothecary change?"

"No, that’s the bodyguard my boyfriend arranged for me."

"Which pig took advantage of my absence to steal my cabbage at home."

"..." Claire calmly retorted, "Not a pig, but a handsome guy with looks, talent, and a caring nature."

With those words. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

The cool motorcycle parked at the entrance immediately caught her attention; she recognized it at a glance as Iris’s bike, "You rode your motorcycle here?"

"Yeah."

Without saying much, Iris took a white helmet from the bag and handed it to her, "A gift for you."

"For me?!" Claire’s eyes sparkled, holding up the helmet for a closer look, "Black would be cooler."

"White suits you better."

Claire put the helmet on while saying, "Ever since my grandpa locked up my motorcycle, I haven’t touched a bike again."

She gripped the handlebars, feeling a bit eager, "Let me drive."

Saying this, she carefully glanced towards Sinclair Apothecary’s entrance, afraid her grandpa might suddenly come out.

Iris couldn’t help but question, "You sure you’re up for it after not riding for so long?"

"You know my riding skills." Claire hopped onto the bike, gripping the handlebars relaxedly, "Get on, let’s go for a ride."

And so.

As the bodyguard stepped out of Sinclair Apothecary, he saw the kid naturally holding on to the little herbalist’s waist from the back seat.

The moment the engine started.

The sleek black motorcycle roared past in front of him.

He hesitated, unsure whether he should report what he had witnessed to his employer.

At the entrance of the hot pot restaurant, Claire stopped the motorcycle steadily, neatly taking off the helmet.

The originally braided plaits had loosened a bit; she tidied her hair in the rearview mirror, confidently asking, "Well, didn’t disappoint you, right?"

Iris shook her hair, "Compared to before, you’ve become more reserved."

Reserved...

True enough, her riding wasn’t as fierce as it used to be.

She learned to ride a motorcycle from Iris back then, using this very modified bike beneath her.

She greatly enjoyed the sense of freedom and ease whenever she rode, so she invested heavily in a bike, but barely got to ride before her grandpa locked it up.

Afraid she’d get into an accident, he didn’t let her ride.

At this moment.

Iris suddenly moved forward, helping her tidy up her clothes.

Claire didn’t mind the slight wrinkle in her clothes.

But.

Having always sported a tomboy look since childhood, her hair never extending past her chin, she naturally developed a somewhat coarse voice from speaking with a suppressed tone, sounding like a clean-cut, boyish young guy.

This led to her often being mistaken for a guy upon first meeting.

She’d mentioned before that when she was in the university dorm, girls seeing her would instinctively wonder if they’d entered the wrong building.

Even had shy girls upon seeing her.

Truth is, her appearance was too pure and chic, her face free of flaws.

But.

Her mind was always astutely feminine, finding immediately when Claire was a bit untidy and helping her sort it out.

Claire teasingly asked, "Do girls still chase after you now?"

Iris shrugged helplessly, "What do you think?"

Claire joked, "Why not grow your hair out? That way, you wouldn’t have this dilemma."

Talking as they walked, they entered the hot pot restaurant and chose a seat near the air conditioner.

Their bond began when Iris transferred from Valoria to Kystral Elementary, sharing classes from primary to high school without separation.

Later, Claire went to Kystral University of Traditional Medicine, while Iris pursued Clinical Medicine, eventually going abroad for studies after graduating.

Since taking her to the airport, it was only now that they were seeing each other again.

While eating the appetizer, Claire chatted with her.

As the hot pot arrived, someone suddenly approached them, exclaiming in surprise, "Claire Prescott, Iris Yates, it’s really you, what a coincidence finding you here!"

The pair looked at her in puzzlement, thinking hard but unable to recall her identity.

Claire asked, "Who are you?"

"I’m Marilyn King. Your high school classmate, haven’t seen you in years; you’re even prettier now."

They exchanged puzzled glances.

Claire reacted first, apologizing, "Sorry, I don’t really remember who you are."

Marilyn’s eyes clouded over slightly, trying to jog her memory, "Don’t remember me, but you remember Chase Chambers, right? I heard he got into military school back then; are you still with him?"

Chase Chambers.

The senior year genius who fought for her, the class teacher’s mistaken belief in her romance.

After the incident, rumors spread wild in class; everyone assumed their relationship was ambiguous.

She didn’t bother explaining.

Moreover, parents were called; in classmates’ eyes, her relationship with Chase was a foregone conclusion, difficult to clarify.

But.

She didn’t expect people to still believe she was with Chase after all these years.

"I was never with him." Claire clarified.

Marilyn looked at her incredulously, "How could it be, Chase’s affection for you was evident for everyone, and you even had a parent call-out; you two grew closer afterward."

Chase’s affection for her was indeed publicly known.

Only after the fighting incident brought forth the parents did she realize there was someone watching over her, quietly protecting her.

Every difficult question of hers would be accompanied by a detailed explanation and reasoning answers the next day, marking every necessary point.

After each disappointing exam, a note would appear, with handwriting encouraging and comforting her.

So attentively, he even aware of her ailments and menstruation.

Initially puzzled by his knowledge of her every move, she later found he had informants in class and gradually realized that it was Chase secretly escorting her home after every evening self-study.

She was truly moved by his efforts.

But she only considered him a friend.

Heard he didn’t score well in his finals, decided against retaking and went to military school, then they lost touch.