Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go-Chapter 135: The Legendary Older Man

"If you don’t believe what I’m saying, then just keep believing whatever you think," Claire Prescott said coolly, her expression equally indifferent, showing no emotion.

She didn’t want to engage further and started using her chopsticks to dip beef into the hotpot.

Marilyn King forced a smile, just about to speak, when she suddenly noticed the gold ring on Claire’s hand. She paused, then exclaimed in shock, "You’re engaged?"

Before Claire could reply, opposite her, Iris Yates frowned and interjected, "Do you dive into people’s private matters the moment you meet them? Are we that familiar?"

She didn’t even recognize the classmates, so they were indeed not familiar.

However.

The two of them were quite the stars in their class, one being pretty and gentle, the other a handsome tomboy.

Apart from their outstanding appearance, it was hard to see how hard they worked in their studies, but every time the exam results came out, their names would show up in the top ten in the class.

Their good relationship was something everyone noticed.

But since Claire often hung out with students from the school across the street, School No. 7, and was called to the principal’s office several times, the other girls often gossiped about her, and thus, she left a deeper impression on them.

Marilyn King honestly withdrew her gossipy gaze, "Sorry, that’s just me, can’t keep my mouth shut, please don’t mind."

"I heard both of you went into medical studies, where are you developing now?"

Iris couldn’t hold back and snapped, "That’s none of your damn business."

Marilyn turned pale with fright, falling into an awkward silence.

Knowing they weren’t easy to get along with, she silently walked away, yet couldn’t help but frequently look back.

Back at her dining spot, she would still cast her gaze in their direction from time to time, observing from afar.

Claire Prescott smirked slightly, picking up the piece of freshly cooked meat and placing it in her bowl, "Still got that bad temper."

"Obviously up to no good, why bother with her."

"Indeed, she’s quite tactless."

There were many classmates who couldn’t stand her doing well and secretly compared with her, so she didn’t bother to join the class group after graduation.

She didn’t have any contact info of her high school classmates.

At this moment, her phone suddenly chimed with a WeChat notification, and the screen lit up.

Claire glanced at it.

A message from Keane Lowell.

Just two words: [Where are you]

She lifted her phone, took a picture of the hotpot, and sent it over, edited: [Having hotpot with my childhood friend]

After sending it, there was no reply. She put the phone down and continued enjoying her meal.

Iris asked, "Who’s looking for you?"

"Boyfriend."

At the mention of the word ’boyfriend,’ the corners of her mouth naturally curved up into a faint arc, and there was a gentle glow in her eyes.

Iris naturally noticed.

It’s clear they are on good terms now.

However, she’s curious about what kind of man could catch Claire’s eye.

So she asked, "When did you meet, how long have you been together?"

Claire replied, "When the class teacher mistakenly thought I was in an early relationship and asked me to bring my parents over, the person I found was him."

Iris almost choked on the chili, looking at her with a few shades of disbelief in her eyes.

She frowned, quickly steadied herself, and calmly waved her over, "Come here for a sec."

"What for?" Claire leaned her head closer a bit.

Immediately, Iris reached out and touched her forehead, "Just checking if your brain’s fried, finding an old man for a boyfriend."

Claire’s expression strained, pushing her hand away, teasing, "What old man?"

"Back then, you told me you found an old man on the street to pretend to be your parent."

"He’s only six years older than me. Who knew how old he was back then, I just said the old man thing casually."

Upon hearing the six-year age difference, Iris breathed a slight sigh of relief.

She didn’t dwell on it further, and asked, "So, did you fall for him after that, or did you have more encounters?"

"We had more encounters." Claire supplemented, "True encounters... were only a few months ago. We hadn’t seen each other for six years."

"When did you start liking him?"

Claire lowered her head, her voice slightly mumbled, "A few years ago, I guess."

Iris heard her clearly, understood her meaning, and saw through it at a glance: "No wonder so many people pursued you over the years, couldn’t win your heart. Probably got poisoned by someone long ago, huh?"

Claire frankly admitted, "Indeed, just like being poisoned."

Six years waiting for him to appear in her life, especially after she became an adult, the urge to see him only grew stronger.

Initially, there was more anticipation, but the longer it took, the more it felt unbearable.

But fortunately, they reunited, and the person she liked liked her back too.

As they chatted away, all the dishes on the table were already finished. Claire Prescott took a last sip of her cola, paid the bill, and left.

The night quietly descended, the evening breeze gently swaying, making the mosquitoes under the lamp dizzy.

As Claire received the helmet to put on, she unexpectedly met a pair of deep eyes.

The man had just stepped out of the car, standing tall at the door, the soft light casting on him, leaving a long shadow on the ground.

Iris had already donned her helmet, swinging a leg over the motorcycle saddle, urging, "What are you dazing off for, get on."

Claire quickly snapped out of it, "My boyfriend’s here."

Iris followed her gaze, locking eyes with the man.

The man stood by the car, observing her calmly, with an elegant and aloof appearance, his shirt and trousers making him look tall and refined, giving off an aura of someone transcendent and aloof.

Intuition told her this man was no ordinary person.

However, as their gazes met, she could faintly sense a hint of hostility toward her in those elusive eyes. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

Before she could decipher what that look meant, she saw Claire walking towards him.

Keane Lowell glanced over at the girl who had approached him.

Her eyes sparkled under the light, a fluffy ponytail resting obediently on her shoulder, her fair and delicate face exuding a gentle radiance.

She looked extraordinarily pure.

Claire spoke up, "Why are you here, came to pick me up specifically?"

Keane lowered his eyes to her white helmet, his voice deep and steady, "Came to catch you."

Claire was momentarily stunned, not grasping what he meant by that.

The next moment.

The man suddenly leaned down, planting a kiss on her cheek.

She froze, a blush spreading instantly to the tips of her ears, both ears warming up, her heartbeat going off rhythm.

"Get in the car first," he said gently.

"..." Claire hesitated for a moment, then said to him, "Wait for me a bit. I need to say goodbye to my childhood friend first."