The Heartbreak Prescription (by Glazed Snow) novel Chapter 1090

**TITLE: My Dad Please Come 1090**
**Chapter 1090**

“Who said I’m jealous? Let go of me—mmph!”

Before Wendy could finish her protest, Stanley swiftly pulled her into his embrace, capturing her lips with a fervent kiss that left her breathless.

She squirmed, trying to push him away, her heart racing with frustration. In a moment of impulse, she bit down on his lower lip, her annoyance bubbling to the surface.

“Ow!” he exclaimed, pulling back slightly, a mix of surprise and amusement flickering in his eyes. “Why do you like biting so much?”

“If you don’t let me go right now, I swear I’ll bite you again!” she shot back, her voice laced with defiance.

With a playful grin, Stanley shifted their positions, ensuring she was straddling his waist. “I don’t mind the pain. Go ahead, bite as much as you want,” he challenged, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

And then, without warning, he kissed her again, deepening the connection between them.

Wendy felt her resolve melting away, her body growing weak against him. But as she felt his fingers deftly unbuttoning her blouse, panic surged through her. “Stop! Don’t!” she gasped, her heart pounding in her chest.

His voice was low and gravelly, a hint of possessiveness threading through his words. “You’re not allowed to say no.”

Wendy’s brow furrowed with concern. “But aren’t you in pain?”

He smirked, his gaze unwavering. “If you’re worried about me, then stop wasting time. I’ve been wanting you all day.”

She playfully smacked his chest, a mix of annoyance and affection in her gesture. “So that’s why you came to find me?”

“Absolutely. So what?” he replied shamelessly, a teasing glint in his eyes.

Before she could retort, he captured her lips once more, silencing her protest.

In that moment, a sudden thought struck her—she was pregnant. It had been over three months since she had found out, and while it was technically safe to be intimate, she couldn’t shake the fear that he might be too rough.

“Wait,” she murmured, placing a tentative hand on his shoulder, her voice barely above a whisper.

He brushed his lips along her nose, his breath warm against her skin. “What now?”

“Just… be gentle,” she implored, her heart racing with a mix of desire and trepidation.

He chuckled softly, a playful grin spreading across his face. “Since when did you become so delicate?”

“If you can’t promise that, then forget it,” she countered, her tone firm, though her heart fluttered at the thought of being close to him.

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