The Heartbreak Prescription novel Chapter 35

Chapter 35

Being called “annoying” out of nowhere left Stanley feeling completely confused.

He didn’t pay much attention to it. Setting his phone aside, he returned to reviewing the documents in front of him. By the time

he finished his work, it was already late into the night.

Stanley got up to pour himself a glass of water. As he turned toward Wendy, he saw that she had already fallen asleep.

He was about to return to the sofa when a soft chime echoed from her phone, which was resting beside her pillow. Wendy had an

incoming text.

Stanley glanced at her phone, and in the next moment, his dark, intense gaze narrowed suddenly.

He saw her profile picture glowing on the screen. It looked eerily identical to the profile picture of the genius freshman, W.

Stanley quickly walked over to the bed, reaching for her phone.

Just then, Wendy shifted in her sleep, and her delicate face pressed against his hand.

Stanley froze, unsure of what he was doing. He must have been seeing things–was it possible that Wendy was the same genius

freshman W?

No way.

She was just a beautiful vase.

At that moment, Stanley realized his palm felt oddly warm. It was because Wendy, still in her dreams, nuzzled her soft cheek.

against his hand like a little kitten.

His gaze fell on her face, and the soft glow of the bedside light made her skin appear flawless, almost glowing. Her pure black hair curled gently around her neck, and a few strands brushed against her crimson lips. Everything about her–her pale skin, dark hair, and red lips–struck him with a visual force that captured his attention.

Sometimes, a woman’s beauty could be deadly, especially to a man. Stanley couldn’t help but take another look.

But he quickly pulled his hand back and stood up. He was confident in his resolve–he would never fall for a woman’s looks.

He’d seen all kinds of beauties before, and he wasn’t about to be swept away by hers.

there would be consequences if she didn’t show up again.

Glinda, concerned, muttered, “How could she skip breakfast?”

At that moment, Freddy, the butler, walked over with an envelope. “Mrs. Glinda, someone just dropped this off for you. It’s for