The Heartbreak Prescription (by Glazed Snow) novel Chapter 1120

**TITLE: My Dad Please Come 1120**

The clock struck 8 p.m., casting a shadow over Nathan as he realized he hadn’t bothered to inform Ivy that he would be out late. A twinge of anxiety gripped him when he noticed the absence of any messages from her. Not a single text, not a single inquiry about his whereabouts.

Hadn’t she professed her love for him?

A wave of frustration washed over him. Why was it that outside those passionate nights they shared, he felt a chilling distance from her?

Was her affection merely a fascination with his physical presence?

With a slight smirk playing on his lips, Nathan remarked, “My wife enjoys the tranquility of quiet places. Social gatherings are not her scene. But if she catches a whiff of another woman’s perfume on me, it’s a different story altogether.”

Abbott chuckled, the sound rich and warm. “Sounds like Mrs. Lowe really cherishes you.”

“Indeed,” Abbott continued, “You both seem to have a remarkably solid marriage.”

Meanwhile, Lottie found herself an unwilling spectator, squirming in her seat as the conversation unfolded.

She had initially come to this venue with the hope of charming a wealthy man. In her mind, the marital status of a man was inconsequential. As long as he was captivated by her, she had her methods to transition from being the side woman to the main attraction.

Yet, it was painfully evident that Nathan was not even remotely interested in giving her a chance.

With a casual air, Nathan turned his gaze toward her. “Why don’t you go grab me a pack of cigarettes? Just put it on my tab.”

He tossed one of his credit tags into her palm, a clear signal that he was politely ushering her out.

Lottie picked up the tag, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and disappointment. “Understood, Mr. Lowe. I’ll take care of it.”

With that, she exited the scene, leaving behind the tension that had thickened in the air.

Abbott chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. “Mr. Lowe, you really need to work on appreciating the beauty around you.”

Nathan offered a faint smile, a hint of amusement in his eyes. What man could resist the allure of a stunning woman?

Yet, his preferences were specific.

“Come on,” Lottie urged, her excitement bubbling over. “Let’s go get those cigarettes for Mr. Lowe.”

“Absolutely. Right this way,” Juliet replied, her enthusiasm matching Lottie’s.

As they laughed and chatted, they made their way forward, so caught up in their excitement that they barely noticed the approaching corner. Without warning, they collided with someone, the impact jolting them both.

Lottie glanced down at her new shoes, irritation flaring. “Hey! Watch where you’re going! You bumped into me.”

The person she had collided with was none other than Ivy.

Ivy had also chosen this bar for her evening out. Fresh off a successful design project, she had brought her team along to celebrate.

She was merely on her way to the restroom when Lottie and Juliet unexpectedly crashed into her.

Looking down at her own striking LV runway heels—an exclusive pair she was proud to wear as one of the first in the country—she felt a rush of indignation.

Before Ivy could utter a word, Lottie had already begun to lay blame, her voice dripping with disdain.