The Heartbreak Prescription novel Chapter 591

Chapter 591

Chapter 591

Dwight tried to pull Rachel’s hands away, but she tightened her grip around him.

“We’re already in a hotel room. Are you really going to push me away now? Don’t you want me?”

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His body felt like it was on fire, waves of heat crashing through him, each pulse like thousands of ants crawling under his skin. It was unbearable.

But the way Rachel’s body pressed against his, her soft hands wandering, seemed to ease some of the discomfort and offered a strange sense of relief.

“I’m really into you, Dwight. Tonight, I’ll make sure you feel good, Let’s be together,” Rachel said, her breath soft and inviting as she teased him.

Dwight turned to face her, his eyes meeting Rachel’s beauty. She was stunning, her beauty undeniable. The girls who had always been around him were all beautiful, too; none of them were unattractive.

Rachel’s hand caressed his chiseled face. “Dwight…”

He didn’t push her hand away. Instead, he picked her up effortlessly and carried her toward the bed.

Rachel was tossed gently onto the soft mattress. She looped her arms around his neck, pulling him into the bed with her. “Let me help you with your clothes.”

She began undoing the buttons on his shirt.

Suddenly, Dwight stopped her. His eyes were bloodshot as he looked at her. “I need to

“Let’s shower together!” she insisted.

“No, I’ll go first.”

ashower first.”

Rachel rolled over, pinning Dwight down on the bed. Boldly, she straddled him, her gaze full of desire. “Don’t go. I don’t want you to leave me now.”

His throat bobbed with the strain, and he reached up, pulling her closer to him.

Now, their faces were inches apart.

Rachel’s heart raced as she felt the heat between them. She had never been this close to Dwight before. His wild, rugged good looks made her pulse quicken. She lowered her head, aiming to kiss him.

Unfortunately, she never got the chance. Before her lips could meet his, she felt a sharp pain at the back of her neck. Dwight had struck her there.

Her vision blurred, and she collapsed onto the bed, unconscious.

Dwight sat up; his body was still burning with desire, but his mind was still intact. When Rachel had been sitting on him just moments ago, the image of Halsey’s small, oval face had flashed through his mind. She had sat in a similar way on him before.

At that moment, he longed for her.

Outside, Jenson’s men were on guard, making it impossible for Dwight to leave. He couldn’t afford to confront Jenson–not yet. Dwight slid off the bed and walked toward the bathroom. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall to the floor before turning on the shower. The cold water pelted his body, but it didn’t bring him the relief he desperately needed.

Instead, the sensation of the cold water only seemed to worsen the storm inside him. It was like being trapped in a struggle between ice and fire; his body ached with the intensity of both extremes.

He couldn’t take it anymore.

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Dwight grabbed his phone, scrolling until he found Halsey’s number. He hesitated for a moment; then, driven by impulse, he dialed her number.

At that very moment, Halsey was at home. She saw her phone screen light up with Dwight’s name, and her heart skipped a beat.

Dwight was calling her.

Earlier at the bar, she had said she would wait for his call, and now here it was.

People like Dwight didn’t often take the first step, so this meant a lot to her.

She eagerly answered the call. “Hello?”

There was no reply on the other end, but Halsey could hear his heavy breathing. It was rough and erratic.

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Halsey gripped her phone tightly. “Dwight? Are you there? Why aren’t you saying anything?”

Dwight stood under the cold stream of water, his mind flooded with the sound of Halsey’s sweet, melodic voice. It hit his ears like a gentle birdcall, making the veins in his eyes redden even more.

He let out a hoarse grunt.

He was there.

“What’s going on? It sound weird over there. What are you doing? Halsey asked, her voice full of concern.

Dwight closed his eyes wearily, one hand still clutching the phone, the other reaching down. “Halsey…” he murmured her name in a gravelly tone.

“I’m here. Where are you? Why won’t you answer my questions?”

“You’re not with Rachel, are you? I don’t want you with her, and I definitely don’t want you two sleeping together! Do you hear me?”

Dwight remained silent. Halsey continued speaking, unaware of his troubled state.

“Do you miss me?” she suddenly asked, her voice soft and hopeful.

Dwight paused.

“If you miss me, come see me. I’m at home. Tonight, my dad and Isabel aren’t here. It’s just me,” she added, the invitation clear

in her voice.

Dwight didn’t respond.

“I’m hanging up now.”

Hearing two beeps, Dwight realized Halsey had hung up.

He was filled with a restless urgency and couldn’t shake Halsey from his mind. He wanted to be with her.

Turning off the shower, he quickly dressed. Rachel was still unconscious in the bed, and the guards outside meant he couldn’t leave through the front. His only option was the window.

They were on the fourth floor. Dwight opened the window and tied a sheet into a rope. Without hesitation, he climbed out and dropped down.

Once he hit the ground, the cool night air filled his lungs. Dwight ran, his long legs carrying him swiftly, the fresh freedom of the outdoors fueling his desperate pace.

Meanwhile, Halsey sat in the quiet of her villa, still thinking about Dwight’s strange behavior earlier. His voice had sounded off.