The Heartbreak Prescription

Stanley caught Wendy in his arms as she stumbled into him. His sharp gaze flickered down at her, displeasure evident in his tone. "Wendy, what are you doing back here?"

Wendy hadn't expected him to come home. He was dressed in a sleek black suit, tailored perfectly to his tall frame, still carrying the crisp chill of the winter night on the expensive fabric.

She instinctively leaned closer, seeking solace in his cool, composed presence.

"Stanley, help me..." she whispered, her voice trembling.

Before she could say more, Stanley pushed her back gently but firmly, his brows furrowing. "What's wrong with you?"

Wendy hesitated, biting her lip. She couldn't believe she had almost begged him for help. "I've been drugged," she admitted softly.

'Drugged?'

Stanley's expression darkened. This woman was always in trouble.

"Wait here," he commanded.

Striding to the window, he pulled out his phone and made a call. His tall figure was framed by the night sky, one hand loosening his tie with effortless elegance. The loosened knot, paired with his cold demeanor, gave him an irresistible, rebellious charm.

Wendy didn't dare to look at him any longer.

Benny soon picked up the call. "Stanley! What's up?"

"I have a question. What do I do when a woman is drugged?"

Benny laughed excitedly as if he'd just heard some gossip. "Is Jessica in trouble?

If so, you know what to do-step in and save the day!"

"Say something helpful," Stanley uttered.

"Fine, fine. If a woman's been drugged, she should take a cold shower. It's rough, but it works. Otherwise, well... It could get serious."

Stanley ended the call and turned to Wendy. "Can you manage a cold shower?"

Wendy nodded weakly, her face flushed. "I can try."

saying another word, she

Just as he began to roll up his sleeves, a sharp cry came from the

"Ahh!"

in irritation as he strode to

Her delicate shoulders and collarbone glistened under the bathroom light. The shower wasn't turned on yet. She was touching her forehead with a pained look in

my head," she whimpered,

as he stepped closer. After pulling her hand away, he saw the red

"You're unbelievable," he muttered.

she

"Stand still."

'What?'

could react, Stanley turned

Wendy instantly. She

body pressed

had no choice but to back away from her. The two

felt very warm. She was like a fish out of water and desperately needed moisture. She began to fidget, her hands

guy, and he tensed up

what are you doing with your

sparkled mischievously. "Six-pack abs," she murmured with wonder in

Stanley was speechless.

his face. "So handsome too," she

He gulped before issuing a warning in a slightly hoarse

so strong.

grabbed the showerhead and aimed it at her flushed face to help her sober

protested, struggling to bat his hand away. "Stanley, if Jessica were

Stanley froze. "What?"

lashes, damp with mist,

cold shower. None of

red, as

forward and bit

this. The throat was one of a man's most vulnerable and sensitive areas. Her sharp teeth sank in hard, and his

'This damn woman!'