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, leaving Wendy

after him, her mind spinning. His having children had nothing to do with her-it only

collecting herself, she left the

where George had

was lounging on the couch, surrounded by two beautiful women. They recognized Wendy

his mood lifting. "Don't worry! This time she's here

George's calm

a cold expression, she gave the two

women, reluctant to go, clung to George's side. "We want to stay

off. "Go, go.

a big spender. George turned to Wendy with

a check and

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at the endless zeros on the check, and his eyes lit up with greed. He'd never seen so

was rich now. He