The Heartbreak Prescription

"Suit my taste? Have you been planning to lure me onto your bed all along?" Brittany teased Horace with a mischievous grin. Horace looked at her flushed, radiant face and smiled darkly. "You're my wife, and what we're doing is part of the deal." Brittany was speechless.

Horace had kicked Ida out, and that moved Brittany deeply. She knew Horace was a man who valued loyalty and emotion. By driving Ida away, he was trying to reconcile with her, constantly stepping backward to make room for their

relationship.

She figured she needed to change and draw closer to him, too.

Marriage required work. Neither of them was getting any younger and there was no reason to waste any more time.

Horace bent down and kissed her cheek.

Brittany quickly pushed him away. "What are you doing?"

"What do you think I'm doing? Let's do it again."

Brittany sighed. "Seriously, you should take it easy."

Horace flipped over and pinned her beneath him. "Again!"

Just as they were caught up in their playful struggle, there was a sharp knock at

the door, followed by the maid's voice callingnoveldrama

out, "Mr. and Mrs. Larson..."

Brittany immediately pushed Horace aside. "She's calling us!"

Interrupted, Horace frowned before yelling, "What is it?"

"There's a visitor!"

Horace wasn't in the mood to see anyone. "Tell whoever it is that I'm not home. Have him make an appointment."

With that, Horace kissed Brittany again.

Brittany bit his lip sharply.

Horace winced, eyes flashing red. "You're being naughty, huh? You're gonna regret it!"

"Stop it! Ah!"

Outside, the maid continued, "Mr. Larson, you really need to come out. Mr. Hawk is here!"

Stanley was here!

Brittany pushed Horace again. "Stanley's here!"

Just then, Stanley's voice came from outside the door. "Where's Mr. Larson? I want to see him right now! Is Mr. Larson in that room? I'm coming in!"

The maid quickly stopped him. "No, you can't just barge in!"

Brittany panicked. If Stanley walked in and saw them like this, how could she face him in the future?

"Get up, now!" Brittany urged.

Reluctantly, Horace got up and sat on the edge of the bed, but suddenly his back twitched sharply.

"What's wrong?" Brittany asked, concerned.

"I just tweaked my back," he groaned, rubbing the sore spot.

Brittany let out a quiet laugh.

Horace scowled. "What's so funny?"

"I told you to take it easy, but you wouldn't listen! Now your back's out of whack. You're not a young man anymore."

"Are you doubting me? I'm-" Horace wanted to prove himself.

But Stanley was practically pounding on the door now. "Mr. Larson, I know you're in there! I have important business with you!"

Horace had no choice but to stand and get dressed. He opened the door to find Stanley standing outside, looking sharp and confident.

Horace pressed his lips into a thin line, clearly annoyed. "What do you want?" Brittany stepped out behind him. "Hello, Mr. Hawk."

Stanley glanced between them, surprised to find the two of them in the same room. "Have I interrupted something?"

Brittany shook her head quickly. "Not at all. We were just talking"

Horace rolled his eyes at Stanley, cutting her off. "You young people have no common sense at all!"

Brittany looked away, caught off guard.

Stanley fell silent, not knowing how to respond.

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