The Heartbreak Prescription

Chapter 66

The bathroom door swung open, releasing a cloud of mist that enveloped Stanley's tall, handsome figure as he stepped out, freshly showered.

Stanley was dressed in a sleek, black silk robe. As soon as he emerged, he overheard Nathan's invitation to Wendy for a fun night.

Wendy turned her head and saw Stanley standing there.

"I'll call you back later, Nathan," she said, disconnecting the call. She turned to Stanley, her voice steady but cool. "I'm leaving."

She reached for her bag,,but Stanley's deep voice, casual yet commanding, cut through the air. "Where are you going? Off to play with Nathan?”

Wendy didn't respond. She simply turned to leave, but Stanley's hand shot out with swift precision, grabbing her delicate wrist.

She froze, his touch burning through her skin. His body temperature was unnervingly hot, and his fingertips felt like they could scorch her.

The cold shower hadn't cooled him down; if anything, it had only fueled the heat building inside him.

Wendy tried to pull her wrist away, but before she could react, Stanley pushed her back against the wall. "How far have you gone with Nathan? Been to bed with him?"

The sound of her phone smashing against the carpet echoed through the room as it shattered into pieces.

pressed her against the wall, demanding answers about whether she'd slept

long lashes fluttered, like delicate wings in the air, her

head, a low chuckle escaping his lips as he examined her, still holding

IF

himself. Yet the moment she looked at him like that, it stirred something deep inside

she wanted to go out with another

them with his fingers, a hint of

as she stared at him in disbelief. This man

push him away. "Let

Stanley leaned in and

took control. He kissed her hard,

for air, struggling against

her delicate fingers

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murmured, "Wendy, help me."