The Heartbreak Prescription

Horace looked at the tears glistening on Brittany's face.

“You’re already crying this hard before anything happened between me and that

woman. What if something actually did happen? You’d probably cry yourself to

death.”

Brittany shot back quickly, “You really think too much of yourself. Who said I’m

crying for you? Let go! I’m closing the door!”

She wiped the tears from her cheeks and tried to shut the car door

But it wouldn’t close. Horace grabbed her wrist and pulled her out of the car, then

pushed her into the backseat.

“What are you doing? Let me go! I want to get out!”

Horace climbed into the backseat after her, shut the car door, and pulled Brittany

down so she was sitting on his lap. “Why the fuss?”

Brittany struggled, trying to slide off his legs. “What are you doing? We’re in the

car!”

Horace lowered his head and kissed her. “Haven’t we done this in the car before?

Didn’t you like it?”

Brittany was speechless.

She bit the corner of his lip, causing a sharp sting.

Horace’s lip bled, and he cupped her beautiful face gently. “I’ve been drugged.

Aren’t you going to help me? If you don’t, I really might die.”

Brittany hesitated.

“You’re really cruel. I’d trade my life to save you from the curse, but you won’t

even sleep with me to save

me?”

Guilt flooded Brittany. “That’s different…”

Horace released her. “If you’re really that heartless, then just watch me die.”

He slumped back against the seat, defeated.

After hearing that, how could Brittany just walk away?

She lifted her hand and hooked it around his neck. “You’re doing this on purpose,

aren’t you? Playing hard to

Horace met her gaze. “So, are you willing to save me?”

get?”

Brittany nodded. “If you’d save me, then of course I’d be willing to save you, too.”

Horace smirked. “Then you should make the first move.”

Brittany blinked.

He actually wanted her to take the lead.

She glared at him.

Horace reached for her collar and tore her shirt open. “Why the glare? Aren’t you

the one who likes to be in control?”

Desperate to shut Horace up, Brittany took the initiative and kissed him.

Wendy sat on the sofa in the living room as the maid brought her a cup of tea.

“Ms. Crone, you’re incredible! Mr. and Mrs. Larson have been at odds for

decades, and neither one would back down. But since you came, they actually

ended up together!”.

Wendy took a sip of tea and smiled gently. “Honestly, I was just testing the waters

to see if they still had feelings for each other. Well, the test worked. They do still

love each other. That makes things a lot casier.”

The maid couldn’t help but give Wendy a thumbs-up.

Just then, the woman Brittany had brought in came down the stairs, lier face pale

and drained.

Wendy looked at her. “You’re not needed tonight. Don’t worry, you’ll get the money

Ms. Brewer promised. You can leave now.”

The woman didn’t care about the money—what she wanted was Horace.

But Horace had suddenly left her behind and gone after Brittany.

He never had any real intentions with her. Everything earlier was just for show,

meant to be seen by Brittany.

Though reluctant, the woman left.

Soon, she saw the luxury car parked on the lawn, the vehicle visibly rocking back

and forth.

She covered her mouth and ran away, heartbroken.

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