The Heartbreak Prescription

Chapter 22

Stanley froze for a moment.

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Wendy lay beneath him, her silky black hair cascading over the crimson bedspread-a shade specifically chosen by Glinda for their wedding room. The red accentuated the creamy fairness of her skin, making her appear luminous, almost ethereal.

There was an air of sensuality about the scene, but the thought of her lying like this beneath another man....

Stanley's fists clenched involuntarily.

He had intended to clarify that the 'delivery' last night was medicine, not a man. But as the words reached his lips, they refused to

come out.

Wendy's cold gaze met his. "Move."

She had ordered him to move.

Stanley didn't budge.

Frustrated, Wendy began to struggle. The memory of him bringing Jessica into his private wing last night flashed through her mind, and it made her recoil from even the slightest physical contact with him.

"Stanley, get off me! After spending the night with Jessica, did you even bother to clean yourself?"

Stanley stiffened in silence.

Wendy's hands above her head and

of listening to him. She struggled even harder, her lithe, delicate frame twisting like a slippery little water snake beneath his firm, muscular body. The thin fabric between them made every

intimate.

to the night before, to the way she had seductively

tongue. That memory, coup

heat within him. His gaze darkened,

a hint of desire.

She froze, her wide, watery eyes staring at him in disbelief.

his breath and released her, sitting up abruptly.

as well, still eyeing him suspiciously.

with a cold glance. "Wendy, the only reason you're this angry is because I spent last night with Jessica instead of staying with you, isn't it?

like a blade. She stood up, her

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case, then why do you care what kind of men I spend time with?" Stanley's face

his anger, Wendy smiled coolly. "Let me know when it's time to finalize the

same,

turned to leave, a thought seemed to strike her. Her bright, clear eyes landed briefly on

skills when you have some free time. Are you sure you

walked out, leaving

She was con

gone.

sat on the edge of the bed, his broad

A storm of anger

casting a