The Heartbreak Prescription (by Glazed Snow) novel Chapter 1100

**Title: My Dad Please Come 1100**

Nathan reached for the doorknob, his heart racing slightly as he stepped inside the bathroom.

The air was thick with a warm mist, a comforting blanket of steam that enveloped him. The fragrant scent of body wash lingered, mingling with the sound of water cascading in a soothing rhythm, creating a serene atmosphere that felt almost sacred.

As Nathan’s gaze drifted upward, he noticed a faint feminine silhouette through the frosted glass. The contours were soft and blurred, yet the essence of her curves was unmistakable, leaving little to the imagination.

He took a deep breath, steadying himself. Nathan was not the type of man to exploit a woman’s vulnerability; it was a principle deeply rooted in his character, one that his upbringing had instilled in him.

“I brought your nightgown,” he announced, his voice remaining calm and even, betraying none of the turmoil that churned inside him.

The frosted glass door cracked open just a fraction, revealing a slender, pale arm that reached out toward him. “Give it to me,” she instructed, her voice a soft command.

Nathan stepped forward, careful not to invade her space, and handed her the nightgown. “I’ll head out now,” he said, turning to make his exit.

Yet, just as he was about to leave, Ivy’s voice cut through the steam again. “What kind of nightgown is this? Did you choose it on purpose?”

He halted, curiosity piqued, and turned back to face her. “What do you mean?”

In that moment, he caught a glimpse of her. Ivy was still in the shower, her head peeking out from behind the glass. Her hair clung to her skin, droplets of water glistening on her bare face, which looked fresh and unadorned. The smoothness of her skin was striking; even the fine, barely noticeable fuzz on her cheeks seemed to shimmer in the soft light.

The sight of this beautiful woman, so fresh and unguarded, made Nathan’s heart skip a beat.

Ivy held the nightgown up, scrutinizing it with a bemused expression. “How am I supposed to wear this thing?”

Only then did Nathan fully register the garment she was holding. The red nightgown was scandalously minimal, with delicate straps that barely clung to the fabric. It was clear that this was not simply a piece of sleepwear; it was intended for something far more intimate.

Nathan, who had never dated or been intimate with a woman, was no fool. He recognized the implications of what lay before him.

He pressed his lips together, trying to maintain his composure. “I didn’t pick this nightgown,” he stated firmly.

“Then who did?” Ivy challenged, her brow arching in curiosity.

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