The Heartbreak Prescription novel Chapter 239

Chapter 239

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Wendy’s last words, “You didn’t wear one that night,” faded quietly, and Stanley didn’t quite catch them.

All he heard was the part about her not wanting to take the morning–after pill anymore.

His mind immediately flashed back to that time when she had fainfed from an allergic reaction to the pill because of Nathan. A smirk tugged at his lips, cold and mocking “If you can take the morning–after pill for another man, why can’t you do the same for me?”

What was he talking about?

When had she ever taken the morning–after pill for another man?

In the past, he had misunderstood her, thinking she had been with many men, and she had endured it all. But that night, he knew it was her first time. And still, he said this to her.

Wendy clenched her fist and punched him.

She was still angry, still hated him.

Stanley didn’t move to avoid the hit. After she struck him, he gently took her little fist, turning it into a soft grip as he pulled her along.

“Wait, I haven’t bought the condoms yet,” Wendy reminded him in a soft voice.

Stanley paused, glancing at the shelf full of small boxes. “I’ll give you one more chance. Go pick another.”

Under his gaze, Wendy reached out and grabbed the largest size available.

She had given in.

Stanley let out a low chuckle before pulling her toward the cashier. After paying, he dragged her back into the car.

Inside the Rolls–Royce Phantom, Wendy checked the time. It would take about half an hour to reach Imperial Garden, and half an hour was enough.

She turned to the man beside her. “Let’s just go to Imperial Garden.”

Stanley’s gaze landed on her delicate, smooth face, his expression suddenly shifting. “Sit on my lap.”

Wendy froze.

Stanley’s hand moved quickly. He gripped her soft waist and lifted her off the passenger seat, placing her firmly on his strong, muscular thigh.

His thigh was solid and powerful, filled with raw masculine strength, and as Wendy’s slender body settled there, a heat rushed to her face.

“Mr. Hawk, what are you doing? We’re in the car,” Wendy protested, trying to move away.

Stanley’s grip tightened, holding her firmly in place. “It’s not like we’ve never done this in a car before. What’s wrong? You feeling shy today?”

Wendy was speechless.

She started to squirm in his hold. “Mr. Hawk, let’s just go to Imperial Garden.”

The driver’s seat was already cramped, so their bodies were pressed tightly together. As she struggled, her delicate form shifted within his arms, making his long, narrowed eyes darken with desire.

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