The Heartbreak Prescription (by Glazed Snow) novel Chapter 1106

**TITLE: My Dad Please Come 1106**

Nathan had always inhabited this sprawling villa on his own, a solitary figure in a grand space that echoed with memories. Naturally, in his solitary existence, he had never given much thought to the need for contraceptives. The very notion seemed distant, almost irrelevant.

And last night? Well, he hadn’t anticipated things would unfold the way they did, not in his wildest dreams.

In stark contrast to Nathan’s inner turmoil and awkwardness, Ivy exuded an air of serene composure. “Got it,” she stated, her voice steady, as if she had already reconciled her thoughts about the previous night.

Wanda, their ever-enthusiastic housekeeper, entered the room with a bright smile illuminating her face. “I’ll tidy up the room later. Breakfast is already prepared and waiting for you both. You should eat before it gets cold,” she said, her tone cheerful and nurturing.

Ivy returned her smile, albeit softly. “Alright,” she replied, her demeanor calm, as if the storm of emotions swirling around them hadn’t touched her at all.

As Nathan and Ivy settled at the dining table, the atmosphere felt charged with unspoken words. The aroma of freshly prepared food wafted through the air, mingling with the tension that hung between them.

Wanda approached, balancing a steaming bowl of soup in her hands. “Mrs. Lowe, you should start with this. It’s packed with nutrients and will help restore your energy,” she encouraged, her eyes sparkling with warmth.

“Thank you,” Ivy replied, lifting the bowl to her lips and taking a delicate sip, the warmth radiating through her.

Nathan picked up his glass of milk, taking a slow sip while stealing glances across the table. Perhaps it was the aftermath of last night that lent Ivy an ethereal quality; she seemed softer, more radiant, as if a gentle light emanated from within her.

Noticing his gaze, Ivy looked up, her brow slightly furrowed. “Why are you staring at me? You want some?” she teased, a hint of mischief in her eyes.

Nathan coughed lightly, caught off guard. “No, I’m good. Thanks,” he managed to say, feeling his cheeks warm.

Wanda chuckled, her laughter ringing like a bell in the quiet room. “Oh, Mr. Lowe doesn’t need that kind of tonic! He’s been single for over twenty years. He’s got plenty of strength to spare!” Her playful jab was light-hearted, but Nathan felt a flush of embarrassment creeping up.

He shot her a look, a mix of annoyance and amusement. “Alright, Wanda. That’s enough,” he said, trying to regain some dignity.

“Okay, okay,” she replied, still smiling as she turned toward the kitchen. “I’ll whip you up some scrambled eggs. And Mrs. Lowe, make sure you finish all of that soup. It’s not just good for your health; it’s supposed to help with fertility, too!”

Nathan nearly choked on his milk at her words, his mind racing with implications.

Wanda disappeared back into the kitchen, leaving Nathan and Ivy in a charged silence. Ivy continued to sip her soup, seemingly unfazed.

Leaning forward, Nathan couldn’t help but ask, “You’re seriously going to finish that?”

“What’s wrong with it?” she replied, her eyes still fixed on the bowl, as if it held the answers to life’s greatest mysteries.

“It’s supposed to help you get pregnant,” he said, his voice low, the weight of his words hanging in the air.

“I know,” she answered simply, her tone unyielding.

Nathan blinked, taken aback. No matter how he approached the subject, she remained steadfast and unperturbed.

Moments later, Wanda emerged from the kitchen, a plate of scrambled eggs in hand. “Here, eat while it’s still hot… Wait. Where did she go?” she asked, noticing Ivy’s absence.

“She left,” Nathan replied quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Left? But she hasn’t even eaten!” Wanda exclaimed, concern etching her features.

“Then I guess you can have it,” Nathan said, pushing back his chair with a sense of finality. “I’m leaving, too.”

Wanda watched him with wide eyes as he made his way to the door. “Wait, you’re leaving, too? What’s going on with you two today?”

Later that morning, Nathan found himself seated in the imposing CEO’s office at Lowe Group, a stark contrast to the chaos of his morning. Just then, Baxter strode in, a stack of documents in his arms.

“Mr. Lowe, these need your approval,” Baxter said, his tone businesslike yet eager.

Nathan glanced through the papers, his mind still half-occupied with thoughts of Ivy. He looked up, his brow furrowing. “There’s something I want to ask.”

“Sure, ask me anything. I’ll do my very best to answer!” Baxter replied, his enthusiasm palpable.

And as Nathan prepared to voice his concerns, the weight of his morning lingered in the air, a reminder of the complexities that lay ahead.