The Heartbreak Prescription novel Chapter 167

Wendy froze, unsure of what he meant.

Wasn't the ruby necklace meant for Jessica?

Why was he asking if she liked it?

Could it be that he bought two—one for Jessica and one for her?

It wasn't entirely impossible. He had the money, after all.

Wendy found it almost laughable. No matter his intentions, she wasn't going to keep second-guessing him or chasing after him anymore. That night on the highway had already settled everything between them—they no longer owed each other.

She put her phone away without replying.

Just then, Jessica walked over with a bright smile on her face. "Wendy, you're here too?"

Her mood was clearly great, likely because she'd heard Stanley was giving her a ruby necklace. She was someone who loved luxury, and knowing about that gift had clearly made her day.

Wendy nodded. "Just came by to hang out."

"Stanley's planning a trip with me and Sienna to a resort in a couple of days. It's famous for its hot springs, and we're going to relax in the baths. You and Nathan should come too!"

Wendy knew Jessica wasn't being entirely sincere. Ever since Nathan's birthday party, Jessica had been making her move.

Wendy met her gaze and smiled slightly. "Sounds good. I have time, anyway."

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After Wendy and Halsey returned to the dorm, Wendy took a quick hot shower. By the time she was done, her phone rang.

It was a call from Stanley.

Her heart skipped a beat as she picked it up, hearing his deep, magnetic voice from the other side. "Come outside."

He wanted her to come out.

Wendy hesitated for a moment before throwing on a jacket and heading out.

Right after returning from his trip, he came to give her the necklace.

Wendy didn't take it. "Thank you, but I can't accept this."

Stanley's eyes narrowed slightly. She had just showered, her long black hair cascading down her back in soft waves, her face fresh and unmade-up—smooth, flawless skin like a peeled lychee.

She looked so pure, so innocent, that it was hard not to be drawn in.

As she spoke, she looked up at him with those watery eyes, the same way she had that night in the car—soft, sweet, and obedient.

Stanley's voice dropped, a bit colder this time. "You don't like it?"

Wendy shook her head. "Mr. Hawk, you don't have to give me gifts. I told you that night—please don't come looking for me again."

His expression darkened in an instant. He sneered, a bitter laugh escaping him. Without another word, he tossed the bag into a nearby trash can.

Stanley got into the Rolls-Royce, slammed the door shut, and with a press of the accelerator, sped off.