Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go-Chapter 30: I Got Confessed To—Are You Happy About That?

Chapter 30: Chapter 30: I Got Confessed To—Are You Happy About That?

Claire Prescott struggled to swallow the meat in her mouth and broke the silence between the two, saying, "The person she likes wouldn’t happen to be you, would it?"

In this remote wilderness, she didn’t quite believe in such a coincidence with names sounding similar.

Especially since she had been followed by the Thorne Family on the way here, she couldn’t help guessing it might be Serena Thorne’s sister.

Her sister looked quite young, with a good figure, like a college student who’s just started school, and seemed like someone who would do such innocent yet thrilling things.

But.

Keane Lowell being confessed to publicly made her feel uncomfortable, as if a huge stone was weighing on her, pressing her down and making her feel sullen and sour.

Yet the man calmly watched her.

His deep, dark eyes blended into the boundless night sky, carrying a calm gaze that seemed to penetrate her skin straight to her innermost soul.

Under that gaze, she couldn’t help but feel a bit more nervous and uneasy.

The noise downstairs continued non-stop.

The man put down his chopsticks, calmly said to her, "I’ll go take a look, wait for me a moment."

His deep voice faded into the light and shadows, with a touch of coolness.

Ultimately, the man left her behind and descended the rooftop alone.

Claire Prescott suddenly lost her appetite completely,

She dejectedly put down the skewer and went to the edge of the terrace to look downstairs.

A dense crowd of heads was gathered around a girl, with candles arranged on the car roof, and the trunk was filled with intensely vivid flowers, colored lights decorated around, it was quite romantically set up.

But from afar, coupled with the poor lighting at night, she couldn’t see the girl’s appearance clearly.

However, as moments passed, the noisy atmosphere broke as two burly men barged into the circle and invited the girl into the hotel...

Shelby Thorne, guided by the staff, arrived at a room, paused for a few seconds at the door, suppressed her anticipation and nervousness, and entered the room.

The first thing she saw was a handsome and upright figure, like a pine tree, his noble white shirt spotless, as if coated with a layer of cold and hazy light, making people feel unreachable.

As he turned around, seeing that exquisitely clean face, Shelby Thorne momentarily became a bit uneasy.

The man’s dark eyes deep as a pool carried a sinister chill, an invisible pressure permeating, inexplicably causing fear.

Just like when she first saw him abroad, his aura was imposing, his stature mighty and stylish, he didn’t need to do anything, just standing there could evoke the most primitive desire deep in one’s heart.

—To possess him.

"Keane Lowell, I’m Shelby Thorne, do you still remember me?" she spoke softly, her tone familiar, eyes filled with undisguised admiration for him, her demeanor involuntarily becoming a bit coquettish.

"Miss Thorne should be well aware of the consequences of trailing me."

The man’s voice was cold and thin, his gaze deep, looking at her.

"I..." Shelby Thorne’s throat tightened, her body becoming stiff.

She had already received a call from her family at the foot of the mountain, but despite her family’s obstruction, she still followed him up the mountain, egged on by her friends, having heard that he was burning with desire and lacking a woman she’d improvised the confession scene.

All she wanted was to attract his attention.

Everything was because she hadn’t seen him at last night’s banquet, she was very unwilling.

"Mr. Lowell, I followed you not for anything else, I genuinely like you very much and want to be with you." Her words were sincere and passionate, with a kind of innocent purity unfamiliar to the world.

"Miss Thorne plays quite boldly overseas, there’s no need to pretend innocence before me, and I’m not just interested in anyone, tonight I might have to inconvenience Miss Thorne a bit."

His voice was faint, but every word was steady and appropriate, with a hidden hint of sarcasm and danger.

Shelby hadn’t yet figured out what he meant.

The two tall and imposing men standing by suddenly approached her with a menacing stance.

Shelby Thorne instantly panicked, looking at them anxiously and with fear, "What are you doing...?"

Without allowing for any explanation, the two men efficiently coordinated, swiftly restraining her arms and covering her mouth.

Shelby Thorne whimpered, struggling vigorously.

However, with her limited strength, she couldn’t resist at all.

In just a moment, her hands and feet were bound with ropes, and her mouth taped shut.

Easily, all her actions and sounds were restricted.

Desperate, Shelby Thorne fell to the ground, no matter how she wailed, cried pathetically, it did not sway Keane Lowell’s decision.

His eyes from start to finish held no warmth, under him, she felt like a mere ant that could be crushed at any moment.

Keane Lowell gazed indifferently at the crying person on the ground, speaking slowly, "Before I leave, keep an eye on her."

"Yes," the two replied respectfully.

...

At that time, Claire Prescott was examining the astronomical telescope.

Upon hearing steady footsteps, she alertly perked her ears, looked back, then curved a gentle smile at the corner of her lips.

"So, how’s the girl downstairs, does she look pretty?"

Her smile did not reach her eyes, her voice as delicate and soft as usual, appearing completely unconcerned.

Keane Lowell silently returned to his seat.

The dishes on the table remained untouched since he left.

He picked up the chopsticks, asked softly, "Are you full?"

"Not yet." Claire Prescott released the telescope, walked toward him, sat across from him, "Didn’t you ask me to wait for you."

With that, she took a bite of a skewer, asked him with gossipy curiosity, "So, was she confessing to you?"

Keane Lowell looked at her helplessly, his deep eyes carrying a hint of interrogation, "I was confessed to, are you happy?"

"I..." Claire Prescott paused for so long, unable to think of an answer to his question.

That gaze was particularly sharp and intense, like a knife, slicing her heart bit by bit.

Her throat was blocked, so she stuffed a few bites of grilled meat into her mouth, drank a sip of dull wine, unwilling to look at him anymore, didn’t want to pretend to be very magnanimous.

Honestly, she couldn’t bear the birds and flowers around him. As soon as a woman came close to him, even if she did nothing or said nothing, seeing it made her unhappy.

Seeing her become sullen, continuously eating, Keane Lowell’s expression remained as usual, gently advised, "Slow down, don’t choke."

Earlier, he wasn’t seeking an answer but an attitude from her.

Not being happy, that’s correct.

He could coax her again.

"Just stopped a farce earlier, she won’t disturb us anymore."

The phrase "won’t disturb us anymore" seemed particularly ambiguous at this moment.

Claire suddenly felt a bit of heat on her face, her heart tingled warmly.

The man then added, "I promised to take you out to relax, won’t break the promise."

She returned to her usual demeanor, finally with some warmth on her face.

If not for the earlier episode, she’d be even happier.