The Heartbreak Prescription (by Glazed Snow) novel Chapter 1092

**TITLE: My Dad Please Come 1092**

Wendy’s face lit up with a warm smile as she caught sight of Nathan. “Welcome home,” she said, her voice infused with genuine warmth, a soft melody that echoed her happiness.

“Thanks,” he replied, his easy grin illuminating the room, an expression that hinted at the comfort of familiarity.

“I heard you tied the knot,” Wendy continued, her curiosity piqued. “Did your wife accompany you this time?” The question danced in the air, laden with unspoken intrigue. She had heard whispers about Nathan’s wife, tales of her coming from an elite family—one of those polished high-society types whose names floated around like confetti at a grand event.

Nathan let out a small, humorless laugh, shaking his head slightly. “Don’t bring that up. There’s nothing between me and her,” he stated, his tone dismissive, yet a flicker of something deeper lingered in his eyes.

“You never know,” Wendy said softly, her voice laced with hope. “You two could still fall in love after marriage.” She believed in the magic of love, even in the most unlikely circumstances.

Nathan’s chuckle turned bitter, a sound that spoke of unfulfilled dreams. “Have you had dinner yet? Let me take you out,” he suggested, eager to shift the conversation away from uncomfortable topics.

Wendy nodded, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “Sure, but this one’s on me. You just got back. We need to celebrate!” The thought of sharing a meal with Nathan filled her with a sense of joy.

Always the gentleman, Nathan opened the car door for her, gesturing grandly. “After you,” he insisted, his chivalry shining through.

Meanwhile, Stanley remained leaned against his car, a cigarette dangling from his lips, the smoke curling lazily into the air. He hadn’t moved an inch, lost in his own thoughts, a storm brewing beneath his calm exterior.

Zayn’s phone buzzed insistently, breaking the tension. He answered quickly, his expression shifting as he turned to Stanley. “I just got word—Mr. Lowe is back in the country.”

Stanley froze, the cigarette hovering dangerously close to his lips as his sharp gaze snapped up. “Nathan’s back? Why didn’t he tell me?” His voice was filled with a mix of surprise and irritation. They were supposed to be close friends, yet Nathan had chosen silence.

Zayn hesitated, sensing the weight of the moment. “There’s…something else,” he finally said, his voice cautious.

Stanley’s frown deepened, his eyes narrowing. “Spit it out. And where did Nathan go after he got back?” The urgency in his tone hinted at an unspoken worry.

Zayn cleared his throat, the words sticking momentarily. “Um… He went to see Ms. Crone.”

“What?!” The word burst from Stanley’s lips, sharp and incredulous. He went rigid, the realization hitting him like a cold wave. Nathan had feelings for Wendy, and now the two best friends were tangled in a web of unspoken love.

“Where are they now?” Stanley’s voice turned icy, a chill creeping into the air.

“They’re having dinner together,” Zayn replied quietly, the weight of the news settling heavily between them.

The atmosphere around Stanley seemed to drop ten degrees, a palpable tension filling the space. Zayn could almost feel the cold radiating from Stanley, making him hesitant to breathe too loudly.

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