The Heartbreak Prescription novel 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."

Without saying another word, she hurried to the bathroom.

Stanley removed his jacket, draping it over a chair. Just as he began to roll up his sleeves, a sharp cry came from the bathroom.

"Ahh!"

His jaw tightened in irritation as he strode to the door. "What now?"

Inside, Wendy stood under the shower, her 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 a pained look in her eyes.

"I hit my head," she whimpered, tears threatening to spill.

Stanley's eyes narrowed as he stepped closer. After pulling her hand away, he saw the red mark on her forehead.

"You're unbelievable," he muttered.

"I'm not stupid," she retorted weakly. "I'm dizzy..."

"Stand still."

'What?'

Before she could react, Stanley turned on the shower.

Ice-cold water poured down, drenching Wendy instantly. She gasped, instinctively throwing herself against him.

"It's too cold! I can't!" she protested, trembling. Her body pressed tightly against him, soaking his white shirt and black slacks.

He had no choice but to back away from her. The two stood under the cold shower together.

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

Stanley was a normal guy, and he tensed up immediately.