The Heartbreak Prescription (by Glazed Snow) novel Chapter 1133

Early the next morning, Ivy opened her eyes and realized she was in bed.

She sat up. She remembered working late last night and falling asleep right on the desk. How did she wake up in bed?

There was only one explanation: Nathan must have carried her upstairs.

The spot beside her was already empty. He had probably gone to the office.

Ivy grabbed her phone. The moment she checked the time, her eyes widened. It was already eight.

She had slept in!

Normally, she woke up a little after six and went for a morning run. She would then grab a coffee and breakfast, then start work.

But today, she had slept straight through until eight.

What was happening to her? Was she starting to get unusually sleepy?

Her phone rang just then. Madge was calling.

Ivy answered. "Hey."

"Ms. Ivy, why aren't you at the studio yet? This isn't like you. Come on, tell me, did you and Mr. Lowe stay up too late having fun last night?" Madge teased.

Ivy paused. Nothing had happened last night, and Nathan was still upset with her.

She had to fix things between them.

Holding the phone, Ivy said, "I'm not going to the studio today."

"Why?"

"I'm spending the day with my husband."

Madge practically squealed. "Wow, look at you, skipping work for love! Don't worry. I'll rearrange everything."

Ivy hung up. She rarely took days off, but for Nathan's sake, she had no choice today.

It was her first time visiting. Even though she knew how powerful the company was, seeing their skyscraper soaring into the clouds still left her stunned.

Holding a thermal container of soup, she walked inside.

The receptionist recognized her at once. Ivy was naturally gorgeous, but today, with her black trench coat, heels, and her long hair pinned up, she radiated effortless elegance and style.

People turned to stare, then turned again just to confirm she was real.

The receptionist hurried over. "Hello, welcome. Who are you here to see?"

Ivy smiled. "Hello. I'm here to see Mr. Lowe."

"Do you have an appointment? You need one to meet with our CEO."

Ivy gave her a calm, confident smile. "I shouldn't need one. I'm his wife, Ivy."

The receptionist's breath hitched. She hadn't expected someone this stunning to be the CEO's wife. But then again, only someone like her could be.