The Heartbreak Prescription (by Glazed Snow) novel Chapter 1118

**TITLE: My Dad Please Come 1118**

Nathan’s lips glided along Ivy’s neck, leaving a trail of tender, scattered kisses that sent shivers down her spine.

It was evident; he was slightly addicted to her.

This sort of intimacy was perilous. Once you ventured into this territory, it was nearly impossible to pull back.

Ivy could feel the heat of his growing desire radiating from his body, their forms pressed together in a way that felt both exhilarating and dangerous. As she shifted, her heart raced, and she whispered, “What are you doing?”

Nathan smirked, his eyes glinting with mischief. “What do you think I’m doing?”

He captured her chin gently with his fingers, leaning in closer, his breath warm against her skin as he aimed to kiss her.

But just before their lips could meet, Ivy instinctively raised her hand, halting him. “No.”

Nathan halted, his expression turning into one of confusion. “Why not?”

Ivy took a deep breath, her heart pounding as she replied, “It’s daytime. And your assistant is right outside!”

With urgency, she pushed him away, feeling the weight of reality crash back in. “I’m going to be late. I have to go.”

Nathan stood there, watching her rush around the room, utterly speechless.

The contrast between the daytime Ivy and the nighttime Ivy was stark and bewildering.

By day, she transformed into someone cool, calm, and distant, as if he were merely a stranger.

But when night fell, she clung to him with fervor, confessing her feelings, igniting a fire within him that consumed everything in its path.

Ivy hurriedly finished getting ready, her mind racing as she opened the door.

Outside, Baxter greeted her with a respectful nod. “Good morning, Mrs. Lowe.”

“Morning,” Ivy replied, her voice breathless as she dashed down the stairs.

Wanda called after her, concern lacing her tone, “Mrs. Lowe, at least eat some breakfast first!”

“I can’t. I’m late already. Sorry!” Ivy’s figure disappeared down the staircase, leaving Wanda with a sigh.

“No matter how busy she is, she still needs breakfast…” Wanda muttered, shaking her head.

Nathan emerged from the bedroom, impeccably dressed, and Baxter followed closely behind. “Mr. Lowe, I’ve already informed the team to delay the morning meeting by half an hour.”

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