The Heartbreak Prescription by Glazed Snow

My Dad Please Come 205

Wendy pushed him away, her voice firm. “No, it's not!"

She struggled, trying to shove him back.

In the chaos, she accidentally hit his left hand. Stanley winced, letting out a low hiss.

Wendy froze, her concern rising. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"

Stanley stared at her, a faint grimace on his face. My hand hurts."

He lifted his left hand, holding it out in front of her.

Wendy knew his hand had been seriously injured, but she hadn't realized that he'd had 23 stitches and that they'd only recently been removed. The scar that remained on his palm was deep and long, looking like a caterpillar.

They stood in the narrow corridor, lit only by the dim, warm light overhead. The space between them felt charged, so close that they could hear each other's breathing, each other's heartbeats.

"Wendy, do you see it? My hand hurts," Stanley repeated, his voice low.

Wendy wasn't sure what to make of his constant mention of pain. For a man like him-someone who could withstand so much-it seemed odd for him to keep saying his hand hurt.

She lifted her face and looked at him with a soft smile. "That's ugly."

She was talking about the scar on his palm, calling it ugly.

warning, he lowered his head and kissed

her words

to pull away, but it was impossible. His long fingers tangled in her soft hair,

forceful, his tongue entangling frantically

couldn't breathe, as if he was trying to consume her

hit him lightly. Only then did Stanley slowly pull back,

her hair, breathing deeply, his

close together that she could feel the heat from his body and the hard, undeniable evidence of his

was nowhere to go-the

her voice tinged with

days," he said, his voice low and coaxing. "Tonight, you should be with

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kissed her earently, his words whispering only for her to hear.

he was here, why

Jessica? Why had he

mind echoed with the words he had said to her once, back in the Presidential Suite: that Jessica was pure, untouched, and that it was her place

Chapter 205

he come to her because he didn't want to impose on Jessica,

he had made

she said firmly, "I

She didn't want to.