All Chapters of The Heartbreak Prescription: Chapter 1091 - Chapter 1100

Wendy smiled warmly at Nathan. "Welcome home.""Thanks," he said with an easy grin."I heard you got married," Wendy continued. "Did your wife come back with you this time?"Wendy was curious about Nathan's wife. Rumor had it that she came from an elite family—one of those polished high-society types everyone knew by name.Nathan gave a small laugh. "Don't bring that up. There's nothing between me and her.""You two could still fall in love after marriage," Wendy said gently.Nathan chuckled bitterly. "Have you had dinner yet? Let me take you out."Wendy said. "Sure, but this one's on me. You just got back. We need to celebrate."Nathan, ever the gentleman, opened the car door for her. "After you."Meanwhile, Stanley was still leaning against his car, quietly smoking. He hadn't left yet.Zayn's phone buzzed. He answered, then turned to Stanley. "I just got word—Mr. Lowe is back in the country."Stanley froze mid-drag, his sharp gaze lifting. "Nathan's back? Why didn't he tel

"Well, you're a married man now," Stanley said to Nathan. "You'd better stay away from Wendy."Nathan sighed. Honestly, he had known five years ago that he and Wendy could never be together.He looked at Stanley. "So there's still no way to break your Heartchain Curse?"Stanley shook his head. "Not yet."Nathan nodded. "Alright. Until you find a cure, I'll help take care of Wendy for you."Stanley shot him a sharp glare.Nathan chuckled. "Relax. I meant as a friend. Look at you, getting all jealous again.""Wendy has plenty of friends," Stanley said flatly. "She doesn't need you."Nathan went silent.Then, Stanley stood up. "I'm going to make a call."He left the room. Nathan glanced around the big, fancy private dining room and sighed. Guess all he could do was drink the tea now.Outside, Stanley really did make a call. He pulled out his phone and dialed a number.A familiar voice answered soon after. "Stanley, what a surprise! You finally remembered to call me."The Lo

"I'm not taking it!" Keith shouted. "I don't want any more medicine! The Lowe family's got no heir, so what's the point of me staying alive? I don't know what I'll tell the others when I see them in the afterlife!""Sir, please don't say that!" the butler begged. "You can't joke about your health! Mr. Nathan, say something. Please don't upset your grandfather. You know what the doctor said. He can't handle strong emotions!" Nathan sighed. He knew his grandfather was acting, but the truth was, Keith's health had been getting worse each year. Five years ago, Keith had fallen seriously ill and ended up in intensive care. Lying there with tubes in his arms, he had held Nathan's hand and begged him to marry Ivy. Nathan had agreed.Keith had pulled through back then, but since that day, he had been living on medication. Nathan knew Keith was holding on only because he wanted to see the Lowe family legacy continue.Keith groaned dramatically, "That ungrateful brat doesn't care about me

Nathan stared at Wanda, completely puzzled. "Uh… Why don't you just sleep in the middle, between us?"Wanda hesitated. "That doesn't sound right.""See? Even you know it's not. How are we supposed to have a baby with you here? Did Grandpa tell you to give us instructions?"Wanda blinked. "You're right. I don't think it's a good idea for me to sleep here. Well, good luck, then!"She quickly left the room.Now it was just Nathan and Ivy. "Grandpa's watching, so we can only stay in one room. Are you okay with that?" Nathan said.Ivy slipped off her white coat, revealing a fitted dress underneath. She shook her head. "I'm fine with it."Nathan glanced at her. The dress hugged her waist, making her figure look even more graceful. He quickly looked away. "I'll take the couch tonight. You can have the bed."Ivy met his eyes. "Wanda might come in and check on us. Let's just share the bed tonight."Nathan didn't expect her to say that so naturally. He shrugged. "Well, since you insis

Nathan reached for the doorknob and stepped inside. The bathroom was filled with a warm mist and the scent of body wash. The sound of running water echoed through the steam.When Nathan looked up, he saw a faint feminine silhouette through the frosted glass. It was blurred, but the shape of her curves could still be seen. Nathan quickly steadied himself. He wasn't the kind of man to take advantage of a woman; that kind of discipline was ingrained in him. "I brought your nightgown," he said evenly. The frosted glass door opened just a crack. A slender, pale arm reached out. "Give it to me." Nathan walked over and handed her the nightgown. "I'll head out now." He turned to leave. But then, Ivy's voice came again. "What kind of nightgown is this? Did you do this on purpose?" Nathan stopped and turned around. "What?" He caught sight of her. She was still in the shower, her head peeking out. Her hair was wet, her bare face fresh from the water. Her skin was so sm