The Heartbreak Prescription

Chapter 64

Wendy wanted to ease the awkwardness.

Stanley lowered his striking gaze and looked at her, his lips curving into a teasing smile.

"Help me?"

He was drugged, and now she was offering to help him.

Wendy froze, her small face turning crimson. She quickly waved her hands,

flustered. “It's not what you think! I can help you in another way!"

"Oh?" Stanley raised an eyebrow, watching her flail in a hurry to explain herself. His tone lightened, amused." And what other way would that be?"

Wendy couldn't speak.

Was he doing this on purpose? Teasing her on purpose?

The mature man seemed to enjoy the playful torment.

long legs were encased in tailored slacks, his lean waist adorned by

his waist. She couldn't look there. But her face was almost

cupped in his large hand. His lips curved in a smile.

examining his room, and now she was sneaking peeks at

"I-I wasn't looking!" She stood up, ready to escape. But Stanley wouldn't let her go. His hand still held her face. "Why were you sent

froze. She looked up at him,

one want you?"

No one wanted her?

her eyes well up with tears. It wasn't just sadness; it was the sting of abandonment, the feeling that she had been discarded by the

the worst part? The man who had once claimed he

her, his posture

looked utterly pitiful. From his vantage point, she sat on his bed, her delicate face still carrying a touch of youthful innocence. Now, her

him in-tempting him to want her, to claim her, to protect

pulled between them, thick with

suppressing surged uncontrollably. His fingers tightened around her soft cheeks, forcing her little mouth into an "O" shape, revealing her white teeth and

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