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.

standing right in front of her, Stanley's long legs were encased in tailored slacks, his lean waist adorned by

her face was almost level with it, so her eyes wandered nervously,

hand. His lips curved in a smile.

been examining his room, and now she

"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 to the countryside?" he

She looked up at him, unsure what he

want you?" he

No one wanted her?

struck Wendy's heart like a blow. She felt her eyes well up with tears. It wasn't just sadness; it was the

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

of sorrow and longing. Stanley looked down at her, his posture commanding. If he wished, he could

moment, Stanley thought she looked utterly pitiful. From his vantage point, she sat on his bed, her

to want her, to claim

thick with unspoken

fingers tightened around her soft cheeks, forcing her little mouth into an "O"

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