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 an expensive

look below his waist. She couldn't look there. But her face was almost level with it, so her eyes wandered nervously, unable to

large hand. His lips curved

and now she was sneaking

escape. But Stanley wouldn't let her go. His hand still held her

at him, unsure what

want

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

part? The man who had once claimed he wanted her around had

him, a mixture of sorrow and longing. Stanley looked down at her, his posture

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

in-tempting him to want her,

thick with

her soft cheeks, forcing her little mouth into an "O" shape, revealing her white teeth and the hint of her

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