The Heartbreak Prescription (by Glazed Snow) novel Chapter 1103

**TITLE: My Dad Please Come 1103**

Nathan lingered beneath the relentless cascade of the cold shower, allowing the icy droplets to wash over him for what felt like an eternity. The events of the previous night had left an unsettling residue in his mind, a curious mix of confusion and a simmering heat that refused to dissipate.

He squeezed his eyes shut, summoning every ounce of willpower to steady his racing thoughts and calm the tumult within. After what felt like an eternity, he finally turned off the water, the silence of the bathroom enveloping him like a shroud. He dressed quickly, the fabric of his clothes feeling foreign against his damp skin, and stepped out into the dimly lit room.

As he emerged, he was greeted by the sight of Ivy propped up in bed, her eyes fluttering open, revealing a sleepy gaze that momentarily caught him off guard.

“You’re awake?” he asked, his voice a mix of surprise and curiosity.

Ivy blinked slowly, her voice soft and tinged with morning haze. “I heard you get up and take a shower. Didn’t you already shower earlier? Why did you go again?”

Nathan found himself momentarily speechless, grappling for an appropriate response. He managed a small, awkward smile, not quite knowing how to articulate his reasons. “Do I need to report to you every time I shower?” he quipped, attempting to lighten the mood.

“That’s not what I meant,” Ivy shot back, a hint of defensiveness creeping into her tone.

“Sorry,” Nathan replied, feeling a twinge of guilt. “I guess I woke you up.”

His gaze drifted to the couch in the corner, an unspoken decision forming in his mind. “I’ll sleep there tonight. You should get some rest,” he added, though the thought of curling up on that couch felt more like a concession than a choice.

In truth, he was committed to sleeping on the couch, a decision that felt both necessary and burdensome.

Initially, Ivy had viewed him merely as a business partner, a cog in the family machinery. But tonight, as she watched him, so proper and restrained, her perspective began to shift.

This man was… intriguing.

Her childhood had been steeped in the shadows of her parents’ unhappy marriage, which had colored her perception of men. To her, they all mirrored her father—self-serving and untrustworthy. Even her grandfather, Roger, had been notorious for his philandering ways in his youth.

Ivy was acutely aware of her beauty; she had seen the way men looked at her, and in situations like this, Nathan would typically be the one to benefit the most. Yet, he seemed entirely disinterested in exploiting that.

That was what made him so captivating.

Nathan filled a glass with water, and as he turned, his gaze collided with Ivy’s.

She was still watching him, her eyes reflecting the soft glow of the room, illuminating her smooth shoulders. Her delicate face appeared almost ethereal, her clear eyes shimmering faintly like distant stars, studying him with a curious mix of intrigue and contemplation.

Nathan blinked, breaking the spell. “What are you looking at me for?” he inquired, a hint of confusion lacing his words.

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