The Heartbreak Prescription novel Chapter 92

Chapter 92

Stanley nodded and led Wendy toward the room.

Wendy furrowed her brow slightly, curiosity flickering in her eyes. “What did she say comes with extra charges?”

Stanley glanced at her, her innocent eyes wide with question, as if she was eager to know. He turned away, offering no response.

They entered Room 503. It was clean, but there was only one bed.

Wendy couldn’t help but feel uneasy. How were they going to manage with just one bed tonight?

“Wendy.”

Stanley called her name from behind.

This was the second time he had said her name.

Wendy turned to face him. “What’s wrong?”

She suddenly remembered their unfinished conversation. “You wanted to ask me something in the car earlier. What was it?”

“Did you-”

Before Stanley could continue, his phone pinged, the sound cutting through the moment.

It was a message from Jessica, along with a photo.

Stanley opened the photo to find one from Jessica’s childhood.

As he looked at it, he noticed something: Jessica’s childhood face bore some resemblance to Wendy’s.

Stanley froze. He stared at the photo, then read Jessica’s message. [I found this while going through old albums today. Do you remember how I looked back then, Big Brother?]

The realization hit him like a slap. Jessica was the girl he had been thinking of.

It wasn’t Wendy.

The childhood photo of Wendy had only reminded him of Jessica, sparking a mistake.

Stanley let out a soft laugh at himself. How could he have ever thought Wendy was the one from back then?

No, Wendy wasn’t the one.

“Mr. Hawk,” Wendy called softly.

Stanley looked up at her. “It’s nothing. I’m going to take a shower.”

“Okay.”

Stanley stepped into the bathroom, and the sound of water soon followed.

Wendy stared at the bathroom door, wondering what exactly he had wanted to ask her earlier. But since he didn’t ask, she pushed it aside.

She turned on her phone, which she had turned off earlier, and immediately noticed dozens of missed calls from Cecelia.

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Chapter 92

A warm feeling spread through her chest as she quickly typed out a message to Cecelia.

Cecelia replied almost instantly, [Wendy, you’ve finally replied! Do you know how worried I’ve been?]

[I’m fine, Cecelia. It’s just that there’s a huge storm outside, and Stanley and I are stuck in a small guesthouse.)

Right then, Wendy glanced at the items on the bedside table. There were price tags on them.

Her face turned bright red. Wasn’t that…a box of condoms?

A variety of them–ultra–thin, lubricated, textured…

Gosh.

She suddenly realized that these were the types of items most hotels had, but she didn’t expect them in this inn, and they were clearly for sale.