The Heartbreak Prescription

Stanley had seen everything from the balcony carlier. He watched as Nathan gave Wendy the limited-edition Chanel bag, only for her to refuse it.

Wendy turned to face him. "Did you tell Nathan that I liked bags?"

Stanley raised an eyebrow, his sharp features still carrying that confident air. "Don't you? I remember you liking them."

Wendy smirked, her red lips curling into a playful line. "I don't like bags. I like more expensive things, like diamond necklaces. Next time, have Nathan get me one of those."

Stanley's expression darkened for a moment, the mood turning tense. The conversation quickly came to an end.

He cleared his throat and shifted the topic. "What kind of photo did George send you today?"

Wendy had initially planned to tell him about the photo and George, but she changed her mind. She responded calmly, "Just a childhood picture he took of me."

"Did George-"

Stanley seemed like he was about to ask more, but Wendy cut him off. "Mr. Hawk, are you free? If you have time, maybe you should focus on learning how to have children."

The mention of her past words about him being "too tired to perform❞ made Stanley's mood shift. His gaze became cold and distant.

"How I have children is none of your concern. Don't worry about it."

another word, he strode out of the room,

spinning. His having children had

face grew pale, and after a moment of collecting herself, she

at the nightclub, the place where George had been spending his days and nights indulging in

the couch, surrounded by two beautiful women. They recognized Wendy immediately. "Well, look who's here again. You're not here to cause trouble

fair, delicate face and chuckled, his mood lifting. "Don't worry! This time she's here to give me

by George's calm reaction-she

a cold expression, she gave the two women

George's side. "We want to

off. "Go, go. I've

was a big spender. George turned to

check and handed it to

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zeros on the check, and his eyes lit

rich now.