The Heartbreak Prescription by Glazed Snow

Chapter 11

Stanley caught Wendy in his arms as she stumbled into him. His sharp gaze flickered down at her, displeasure evident in his tone. "Wendy, what are you doing back here?"

Wendy hadn't expected him to come home. He was dressed in a sleek black suit, tailored perfectly to his tall frame, still carrying the crisp chill of the winter night on the expensive fabric.

She instinctively leaned closer, seeking solace in his cool, composed presence.

"Stanley, help me..." she whispered, her voice trembling.

Before she could say more, Stanley pushed her back gently but firmly, his brows furrowing. "What's wrong with you?"

Wendy hesitated, biting her lip. She couldn't believe she had almost begged him for help. "I've been drugged," she admitted softly.

'Drugged?'

Stanley's expression darkened. This woman was always in trouble.

"Wait here," he commanded.

Striding to the window, he pulled out his phone and made a call. His tall figure was framed by the night sky, one hand loosening his tie with effortless elegance. The loosened knot, paired with his cold demeanor, gave him an irresistible, rebellious charm.

Wendy didn't dare to look at him any longer.

Benny soon picked up the call. "Stanley! What's up?"

"I have a question. What do I do when a woman is drugged?"

Benny laughed excitedly as if he'd just heard some gossip. "Is Jessica in trouble?

If so, you know what to do-step in and save the day!"

"Say something helpful," Stanley uttered.

"Fine, fine. If a woman's been drugged, she should take a cold shower. It's rough, but it works. Otherwise, well... It could get serious."

Stanley ended the call and turned to Wendy. "Can you manage a cold shower?"

Wendy nodded weakly, her face flushed. "I can try."

word, she hurried to

a chair. Just as he began to roll

"Ahh!"

irritation as he strode to the door.

thin camisole clinging to her slender frame. Her delicate shoulders and collarbone glistened under the bathroom light. The shower wasn't turned on yet. She was touching her forehead with

my head," she whimpered, tears threatening to

pulling her hand away, he saw

"You're unbelievable," he muttered.

not stupid," she retorted

"Stand still."

'What?'

she could react, Stanley

Wendy instantly. She gasped, instinctively

pressed tightly

from her. The two stood under the cold

felt very warm. She was like a fish out of water and desperately needed moisture. She began to fidget, her hands brushing

was a normal guy,

are you doing with your

sparkled mischievously. "Six-pack abs," she murmured with wonder

Stanley was speechless.

face. "So handsome too," she uttered while admiring his

He gulped before issuing a warning in a slightly hoarse

smiled. "Wow, so

at her flushed face to

struggling to bat his hand away. "Stanley, if Jessica were the one

Stanley froze. "What?"

long lashes, damp with mist, trembled stubbornly. "Because it's

take a cold shower. None

her eyes were red, as if

and

vulnerable and sensitive areas. Her sharp teeth sank in hard, and his narrow eyes instantly

'This damn woman!'

enough to break with one snap. Her waist was slim-barely 20

and narrow waist,