The Heartbreak Prescription (by Glazed Snow) novel Chapter 1116

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**My Dad Please Come 1116**

Nathan halted in his tracks, his heart pounding in his chest.

His gaze was ablaze with an insatiable longing, an urge that coursed through him like wildfire. He considered himself an ordinary man, yet in moments like these, when Ivy playfully teased him, he found it impossible to maintain any semblance of composure.

With a swift motion, Nathan swept Ivy into his embrace. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his sturdy waist, and he carried her effortlessly into the steamy embrace of the shower.

As he turned the faucet, warm water cascaded down from above, enveloping them both in a soothing torrent that blurred the lines between reality and desire. Ivy, emboldened by the moment, lifted her hands to tug at the hem of his shirt, her fingers brushing against his skin.

In a moment of heated passion, Nathan captured her lips with his own. “What exactly are we now?” he murmured, his voice husky with uncertainty.

Ivy met his gaze, a playful smirk dancing on her lips. “We’re married, Nathan. Aren’t we husband and wife?”

He regarded her with a mixture of surprise and confusion. “You know that’s not what I’m asking,” he replied, his brow furrowing.

Their marriage, initially forged as a strategic alliance, felt devoid of genuine emotion. Yet, here they were, entangled in a web of intimacy that neither had anticipated. Once could be brushed aside as a mere accident, but this… this felt different. It was as if they were both subconsciously agreeing to explore this newfound connection further.

Ivy’s heart raced at the thought. She felt a flutter of anxiety; Nathan had a tendency to overanalyze everything. She preferred men who were more action-oriented, who spoke less and acted more decisively.

“Don’t overthink it,” she urged, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her. “We could be a couple who barely interacts outside of this space, yet shares something special here. Even if we decide to part ways later, there’s no pressure. It’s just two adults enjoying each other’s company.”

Nathan’s expression shifted as he processed her words, and he gently pushed her hand away. “So you’re suggesting we become friends with benefits?”

Ivy’s breath caught in her throat.

Did he really have to articulate it so bluntly?

“No, that’s not what I meant,” she stammered, her mind racing.

Nathan shook his head, dismissing the idea outright. “I don’t want that with any woman. I think we should stop this right now.”

He turned to leave, his resolve firm.

Frustration bubbled up within Ivy, and she felt herself choking on her words. She couldn’t let him walk away; she needed to pull him back into her orbit.