The Heartbreak Prescription (by Glazed Snow) novel Chapter 1107

**Chapter 1107**

Nathan lifted his gaze from the mountain of paperwork that had consumed his afternoon and cast a sidelong glance at Baxter, who was perched across the desk, a curious expression dancing in his eyes.

“I’ve got a friend,” Nathan began, his tone casual but laced with an undercurrent of excitement. “He and his wife finally consummated their marriage…”

Before he could complete his thought, Baxter’s eyes sparkled with intrigue. “Wait a minute! You and Mrs. Lowe finally consummated your marriage?” he exclaimed, leaning forward in his seat, clearly thrilled by the juicy tidbit.

Nathan’s heart raced, and he froze mid-sentence, a look of disbelief washing over his face. “Are you deaf? I said my friend did! Not me. My friend!” His voice was sharp, the irritation bubbling just beneath the surface.

Baxter’s grin widened, clearly enjoying the mix-up. “Oh come on, Nathan! When someone says ‘I’ve got a friend,’ that usually means they’re talking about themselves. It’s like a classic trope!”

With a resigned sigh, Nathan set the file down, the sound of paper sliding against paper echoing in the otherwise quiet office. He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. “Are you going to answer my question or not?” he challenged, his patience wearing thin.

“Of course! Please, go on,” Baxter replied, nodding with exaggerated enthusiasm, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

“So,” Nathan continued, trying to regain his train of thought, “after they… you know, after they did it, his wife started acting really strange. She became cold and distant, and then she suggested they should just pretend it never happened so neither of them would feel pressured. I… uh, I mean, my friend is completely at a loss about what’s going on in her mind.”

Baxter raised an eyebrow, his expression shifting to one of genuine curiosity. “Did Mrs. Lowe not enjoy the night?” he asked, his tone probing.

Nathan felt a flash of annoyance; his expression hardened. If looks could kill, Baxter would have been a thousand times over. “Must I repeat myself? It’s my friend, not me!” he snapped, frustration seeping into his words.

“Okay, okay!” Baxter replied hastily, holding up an OK sign as if to placate Nathan. “But from what I’ve seen, if a woman acts cold the next day and wants to sweep everything under the rug, it usually means your friend… well, wasn’t that good.”

“Wasn’t good?” Nathan nearly bolted from his chair, incredulous at the suggestion.

“Yeah,” Baxter said, his tone serious now. “It probably wasn’t enjoyable for her. She might not have felt satisfied, either physically or emotionally, and that’s why she’s acting indifferent afterward.”

“No way,” Nathan shot back immediately, shaking his head in denial. “That’s impossible.”

“How can you be so sure?” Baxter pressed, a hint of skepticism creeping into his voice.

“Get out,” Nathan said flatly, his tone brooking no argument.

“Yes, Mr. Lowe,” Baxter replied, his voice subdued as he made his exit, leaving Nathan alone in the quiet of his office.

Once Baxter was gone, Nathan stood up, the chair creaking in protest as he moved. He wandered over to the tall windows that overlooked the bustling city below, taking a deep breath in an attempt to quell the tumultuous feelings churning in his chest.

What was wrong with him today? His mood was a chaotic whirlwind, frustration and restlessness swirling around him like a storm. Perhaps Ivy’s attitude had affected him more than he was willing to admit.

They had been married for years, yet their interactions had always been characterized by a polite distance, almost as if they were mere acquaintances. But last night had shattered that fragile barrier, and now, he found himself unable to stop thinking about her, about them.

With a sudden impulse, Nathan pulled out his phone and dialed Wendy’s number, hoping for some clarity.

After two rings, the call connected, and her familiar soft voice flowed through the receiver.

“Hey, Nathan. What’s up?” she asked, her tone warm and inviting, a welcome contrast to the turmoil in his mind.