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.

her, Stanley's long legs were encased in tailored slacks, his lean

was almost level

she felt her face cupped in his large hand. His lips curved in a

room, and

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

looked up at him, unsure what he

one want you?"

No one wanted her?

heart like a blow. She felt 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

claimed he wanted her around had changed his

longing. Stanley looked down at her, his posture commanding. If he wished, he could shield any woman

vantage point, she sat on his bed, her delicate face still carrying a touch of youthful innocence. Now, her clear eyes shimmered with unshed

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

thick with unspoken desire, setting his

forcing her little mouth into an "O" shape, revealing her

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