Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go-Chapter 171: Only Allowed to Look at Me

In the aisle below the steps, two young girls with work badges stared at Chase Chambers with admiration, whispering, "That’s Chase Chambers, right? He looks so handsome even with a buzz cut, and his aura is really captivating."

"He was the top student and campus heartthrob back in school. His good looks aren’t just rumors."

The two girls had simple minds, and their liking and admiration for the opposite sex were straightforward.

One of the girls took a bottle of mineral water and walked up the steps towards Chase Chambers, handed the water to him timidly, "Senior, this is for you."

The man sitting next to Chase Chambers smiled meaningfully, "Junior, why didn’t I get one?"

The girl blushed instantly, "I’ll go get another one."

Chase Chambers spoke calmly, "No need."

In the next moment.

After Chase Chambers accepted the water, he handed it over to the man beside him.

One was indifferent, the other teasing.

The girl awkwardly clutched her fingers and couldn’t withstand it, so she ran off.

The commotion made Claire Prescott instinctively glance beside her, and her gaze unexpectedly met Chase Chambers’, who turned his head at the same time.

Her eyes were calm, and she merely smiled amicably at him before turning back around, her profile smooth and attractive, always making people unable to help but take another look.

Not long after, under the host’s control, the venue gradually quieted down.

The first scene was the principal’s speech.

It was about the review of the campus development, which sounded dull and boring to Claire Prescott, making her feel even her prepared speech seemed stiff and overly formal.

Therefore.

She didn’t dwell on President Lowell being late.

Such tedious pleasantries didn’t require rushing over to listen, even if he was two hours late, it didn’t matter.

The alumni speaking process came up.

Fifi approached and reminded her to prepare for her speech soon, that she’d speak after Young and reassured her not to be nervous.

In fact, she wasn’t nervous at all.

A "heavyweight" figure opened, and the venue instantly erupted into thunderous applause.

It was an entrepreneur who graduated from the first middle school but didn’t pursue further studies, building an enterprise from the ground up through his efforts. His features were hard to see from afar, but he appeared quite old.

Joanna Joyce glanced at her arrogantly, then suddenly froze, her gaze landing on the man who appeared beside Claire Prescott.

The man had an extraordinarily distinguished persona, and the suit and pants he wore complemented a figure close to perfection, with his face exceedingly handsome, akin to the stunning scene in a movie that leaves one unable to look away.

Despite his cool composure, the man tenderly and fondly ruffled Claire Prescott’s hair...

Joanna Joyce’s eyes widened in disbelief.

Claire Prescott looked over, a bright gleam in her eyes, she quickly retracted her legs, letting him sit in Iris Yates’ spot.

Though there were two seats, they were extremely close, their pants brushing against each other.

Before she could speak, Keane Lowell held her hand and explained proactively, "There was a last-minute issue at home, which delayed me for a while."

Claire Prescott nodded understandingly, "It’s fine, after all, it’s quite boring here."

Every alumni who went up announced their college entrance exam scores, the university they attended, and their current profession.

The invited alumni were regarded as leading figures in their respective industries, sharing the crucial factors of their success.

They all mentioned the nurturing results of the first middle school, as there were not only students and teachers below but also a portion of parents who came by appointment.

Looking at the intimacy they shared as they pressed together, along with the matching rings on their hands, made Joanna Joyce uncomfortable.

Simply because her intuition told her that the man Claire Prescott found seemed extraordinary.

The more she thought this, the more uncomfortable she felt.

Chase Chambers also noticed Keane Lowell; it was the first time seeing the man she was interested in, but unfortunately, there she was in between them, leaving only a faint silhouette, unclear to see.

The subtle atmosphere was immediately drowned out by a wave of enthusiastic applause.

The alumni went up one after another, and when it was Claire Prescott’s turn, the host skipped her and called the next one.

Thinking it was a mistake, she didn’t take it to heart.

But not long after, Fifi came over, crouched next to her, and lowered her voice to inform her, "Claire, I’m sorry, your speech was canceled by the school."

Upon hearing this, Claire Prescott frowned slightly.

Though she wasn’t eager to speak, she still asked, "What’s the reason?"

Fifi looked troubled, hesitated for a moment, and finally told her the truth, "Chairman Forrester, the alumni who spoke first, sponsored quite a few educational equipment for our school. I don’t know if you’ve offended him; he doesn’t want you to speak."

Claire Prescott didn’t know him at all, didn’t understand why he targeted her.

However, today the only one she clashed with was Joanna Joyce.

She didn’t dwell on it, "It’s okay, I just wanted to know the reason, I wasn’t eager to go on stage."

Fifi apologized repeatedly.

Then noticed the man sitting beside her, holding her hand.

She puzzled for a moment, asked, "Who is this? Seems a bit familiar?"

Claire Prescott hurriedly withdrew her hand from Keane Lowell, introduced, "This is my boyfriend, I brought him today to take a look at our school."

Fifi couldn’t help but glance at Keane Lowell again, refrained from asking more, "Then after the event ends, come to my office to catch up, it’s still at the same spot."

"Alright."

This wasn’t the place for chit-chat, Fifi squeezed her hand reassuringly before leaving.

Claire Prescott regained her composure, relieved that Fifi didn’t recognize Keane Lowell was her brother causing her trouble.

She turned back to look at Keane Lowell’s distinguished face.

Found.

His gaze wasn’t on her.

Claire Prescott followed his gaze to Chase Chambers, where the two men were eyeing each other, the scene was extraordinarily subtle, there was an inexplicable sense of hostility lingering, perhaps it was just her imagination.

As she was somewhat puzzled, Keane Lowell pinched her chin and turned her face back, saying in a low and dominant tone, "You can only look at me."

Claire Prescott’s eyelashes fluttered, looking at him without understanding.

The man’s gaze was as domineering as his tone and posture, seemingly wanting to lock her gaze onto him.

She took his hand and held it in hers, considering the occasion, didn’t say much more.

However.

After a while, perhaps feeling bored, Keane Lowell stood up from his seat without a word, taking her out of the venue.

Nonetheless.

Leaving the dull, boring auditorium, she felt the air freshen up, the bright light enveloping, the whole world seemed to brighten.

Strolling along the shaded path, she turned and embraced his arm, looking at him.

His gaze naturally returned to her, his eyes inexplicably heavy, yet he still asked gently concerned, "Were you bullied?"

Clearly, he heard the conversation between Fifi and her.