Semua Bab The Heartbreak Prescription: Bab 201 - Bab 210

The Crone family raised their glasses and took a sip, their faces full of joy and satisfaction.As they did, Jessica noticed Stanley sitting quietly nearby. He hadn't participated in any of the Crone family's conversations and was keeping a remarkably low profile.Ever since Wendy left, Stanley had been staring off into the distance, as if his mind wasn't entirely here.Jessica couldn't help but speak up. "Stanley, what's wrong? Do you have a problem with us investing in Dr. Ceylan's medical team?"Stanley slowly lifted his gaze and glanced at Dr. Ceylan across the table. There was something sharp in his eyes, almost like he could see right through the man.For a moment, Dr. Ceylan felt a twinge of nervousness. Stanley's gaze was calm but intense, like it could pierce through him, and the whole situation—Wendy earlier, Stanley now—was making him uncomfortable.But Stanley only gave Dr. Ceylan a brief, almost dismissive glance, then turned away. "No. You guys can decide what you

Stanley paused in his tracks, slowly turning to face Jessica.She, too, had inhaled the aphrodisiac incense, and a rush of warmth washed over her. Her delicate face flushed a deep red, and her lips, already tinted from the incense, were bitten lightly as she gazed at him with a certain sensual energy in her eyes.Lilian's voice cut through the silence. "Mr. Hawk, Jessica needs you right now. You're not going to leave her, are you?"Stanley remained silent, his gaze fixed on Jessica, his face unreadable.Without another word, Jessica threw back the covers, stepped out of bed, and rushed straight into his arms.Harry and Lilian exchanged a satisfied glance before closing the door quietly behind them.Jessica's strap had slipped from her shoulder, exposing her delicate skin. She looked up at him with wide, admiring eyes. "Stanley, I've always known that you love me the most."With that, Jessica wrapped her arms around his neck, lifting herself onto her toes to press a kiss to his l

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

Stanley lifted his gaze, and there she was—a figure so delicate it seemed untouched by the dust of the world. Wendy had arrived.His thin lips pressed together in a tight line. "What are you doing here? Who told you to come?"Wendy stepped into the living room, closing the distance between them until she stood right in front of him."Zayn!" Stanley called out, his voice sharp. "Zayn, where's the girl I told you to prepare? Why isn't she here yet?"Silence.No one answered him.Wendy remained quiet as well.Stanley tugged at the collar of his shirt, his frustration evident. "Get out," he snapped at her.Wendy lowered her long, delicate lashes and met his gaze. "Fine. I'll leave, then."She turned on her heel and started to walk away.The next moment, a large, well-defined hand shot out, gripping her slender arm with force. A low, gritted voice, dark with irritation, rang out. "Wendy!"Stanley was so angry he could barely contain it, her name escaping through clenched teeth.

Asleep, Stanley remained still without giving her any response. Just then, Wendy's phone lit up with an incoming call. It was Luna. Wendy answered quickly, and Luna's panicked voice came through. "Wendy, where are you? You need to get back to the dorm right now—Halsey's in trouble!" What? Halsey was in trouble? Wendy immediately hung up and carefully slipped out of Stanley's embrace. She quickly gathered her clothes from the carpet, slipping them on before hurrying out of the room. Wendy left, and soon after, the door to Imperial Garden clicked open, and someone entered silently. It was Luna. Luna had arrived. She walked into the room, taking in the sight of Stanley, still asleep on the couch, and the clothes scattered across the floor. It was clear to anyone what had happened the night before. Stanley and Wendy had slept together. Luna lifted her hands to unbutton her shirt and slowly slipped it off. Then, she laid herself down next to Stanley, gazing