The Heartbreak Prescription novel Chapter 7

Jessica smiled, her heart filled with sweetness. She leaned into Stanley's embrace, then tilted her delicate, radiant face to look up at him.

"I knew it—you can't bear to let me go. You would never leave me."

Stanley, as Hovendale's wealthiest man, exuded an air of elegance and strength that could dictate the rise and fall of fortunes. He fulfilled every fantasy she had about what a man should be.

But three years ago, when he had been in a car accident and declared a vegetative state, with doctors pronouncing he would never wake again, how could she waste the prime of her youth on a man like that?

So, she had fled.

Who could have predicted that Wendy, who married him in her place, would somehow help Stanley wake up within three years?

Even now, Jessica didn't understand how Stanley recovered. Could Wendy's fortune be aligned perfectly with his?

Doctors called it a medical miracle.

So, Jessica returned. She knew Stanley loved her—he would never truly abandon her.

Stanley looked at Jessica's radiant face. "If it weren't for what happened back then… Would I still spoil you like this?"

At the mention of 'back then,' Jessica froze, guilt flashing through her eyes. She quickly changed the subject.

"Have you slept with Wendy?"

Stanley lowered his gaze. "Why would I sleep with her when I could sleep with you?"

She knew he hadn't been with Wendy, but she asked the question anyway, baiting him into a flirtatious response. He played along, his words dripping with teasing ambiguity.

Jessica loved this side of him—the allure of a mature man with a touch of mischief. His response made her cheeks flush.

This cold and seemingly abstinent man only made her want to strip away his layers and uncover his deeper desires.

Jessica turned, boldly straddling his lean waist. She draped her arms around his neck, bringing her lips close to his. Her breath was warm and provocative. "Do you want me?"

Zayn, who had worked as Stanley's secretary for years, tactfully raised the partition between the driver's seat and the back of the Rolls-Royce.

Stanley looked at Jessica but said nothing.

She was wearing a red dress. In her seated position, the hem had ridden up, exposing her long, flawless legs. Those famed 'best legs in Hovendale' were now sensuously wrapped around his tailored black trousers, creating an intimate and sultry scene.

Jessica tightened her legs around his waist, pulling herself closer. "Say it. Do you want me?"

If he said yes, she would give herself to him right here and now.

Stanley, of course, understood her intent.

But at that moment, an image of Wendy's legs from earlier in the evening at the bar flashed in his mind.

Wendy's legs were perfectly proportioned, balanced in their slenderness and curves.

She had asked him which legs he preferred—Jessica's or hers.

At the time, Wendy had playfully raised her foot, the delicate crystal chain on her stiletto heels glinting as it dangled from her dainty ankle. She had teased him with her toes, brushing against his leg and asking if Jessica's legs had ever wrapped around his waist.

Stanley slowly removed Jessica's hands from his neck. "I'm still married."

Jessica frowned. "So?"

"I don't intend to cheat while I'm still married," Stanley replied coolly.

Jessica was momentarily stunned.

The intimate atmosphere vanished. Stanley had put an end to it.

Disappointed, Jessica slid off his lap. She had pride, too—she would only give herself to him if he wanted her.

"When will you divorce Wendy?" she asked.