The Heartbreak Prescription (by Glazed Snow) novel Chapter 1114

**TITLE: My Dad Please Come 1114**

Wanda felt her heart sink deep into her stomach. The urgency of the situation pressed heavily on her mind; Nathan absolutely had to drink the tea she had prepared.

“But I’ve already gone through the trouble of making it. It would be such a waste to let it go untouched. You can always skip it tomorrow, but tonight, just this once, please drink it,” she implored, her voice tinged with desperation.

Nathan turned his gaze towards her, his brow furrowing in confusion. “Isn’t this tea meant to help you relax and fall asleep? Why not drink it yourself?” he replied, a hint of skepticism lacing his tone.

Wanda’s breath caught in her throat. That was not the message she intended to convey at all!

She took a moment to gather her thoughts, forcing a calmness into her voice. “No, I really think you should have it. It will help you rest earlier than usual,” she insisted, her tone firm yet laced with concern.

Nathan’s fingers hesitated above the keyboard, his attention shifting to the steaming cup cradled in her hands.

“Why are you so insistent on me drinking this tea?” he asked, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studied her.

Wanda felt a surge of tension course through her. “Because I care about your health! But if you truly don’t want it, I can drink it instead,” she replied, her voice trembling slightly under the weight of her words.

Fearing that Nathan might start to piece things together, Wanda quickly exited the room with the tea in hand.

Once outside, a sense of urgency propelled her forward. She needed to inform Ivy about this development immediately. She hurried to the bedroom and knocked on the door, her heart racing.

“Mrs. Lowe?” she called out softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Ivy opened the door, her expression shifting from casual to concerned. “Hey, Wanda. What’s going on?”

Wanda leaned in, her voice low and shaky. “I have some bad news. Mr. Lowe refused to drink the tea.”

Ivy’s eyes widened, her long lashes fluttering as she processed the information. “He said no?”

“Yes! I can’t push him any further, or he might get suspicious. Without that tea helping him tonight, it’s all on you now!” Wanda exclaimed, her anxiety palpable.

“All on me?” Ivy echoed, her voice laced with disbelief.

Wanda studied Ivy’s striking features and graceful figure, feeling a wave of reassurance wash over her. “Honestly, I wouldn’t worry too much if I were you. Even without that tea, Mr. Lowe won’t turn you down. He’s young, vibrant, and you two shared an intimate night just yesterday. Trust me, once a man experiences that, he’ll always want more. I have complete faith in you!”

With her words hanging in the air, Wanda turned and left, her mind racing with thoughts of what might unfold.

Silence answered him.

He tried again, a bit louder this time. “Ivy? Ivy, wake up. You should go sleep on the bed.”

But Ivy remained blissfully unaware, lost in her dreams.

With no other option, Nathan gently scooped her up into his arms, feeling the familiar warmth of her body against him. This wasn’t the first time he had carried her; he had held her close just the night before, and the memory of her softness lingered in his mind.

He carefully laid Ivy down on the bed, intending to pull away and let her rest.

But just then, Ivy’s lashes fluttered, and her eyes opened wide, locking onto his with a spark of surprise.

The positioning of their bodies was undeniably intimate, almost suggestive, as if he had pushed her down onto the bed.

“Don’t misunderstand,” Nathan blurted out quickly, a hint of fluster creeping into his voice. “When I came in, you were asleep at the desk, so I just carried you here.”

He started to rise, but before he could fully detach himself from the moment, Ivy reached out, her arms encircling his neck, pulling him closer.