The Heartbreak Prescription

The next morning, Brittany woke up and moved slightly, feeling as if she had been run over by a truck. Every muscle ached, and she felt like she

might fall apart at any moment.

Scenes from the chaotic night before rushed through her mind, flihing her cheeks a deep shade of red.

She looked up and saw Horace's handsome face right above her. She was still curled up in his arms.

Brittany reached out and gently touched his cheek. He was just as striking as ever, so handsome that it made her heart flutter.

Sometimes, she thought it seemed unfair how life treated men and women differently. Men only grew more captivating with ag, while women didn't have that luxury..

As Brittany admired him, her hand was suddenly caught in lils. Horace's sleepy eyes opened slowly.

"Haven't had enough last night?" he teased.

Brittany glared at him. "Geez, Horace. Act your age!"

Horace looked down at her in his arms. After last night, her cheeks were flushed with life, her eyes bright and lively, like a rose in full bloom.

He kissed her lightly and smiled. "Well, you said nothing about my age last night. I remember you enjoying yourself a lot."

Brittany froze before muttering, "It's getting late. Time to get up.

Horace didn't want to move. He pulled her closer. "How about reliving last night for a bit longer?"noveldrama

Brittany couldn't help but admire his stamina, considering his age. "You should pace yourself. You're acting like a starving wolf who finally got his meal."

"Well, it's been a while,” Horace replied. “I've been starving for over twenty years."

Brittany shivered and looked at him. "You haven't been with any other woman all these years?"

Horace shook his head. "No."

"Liar! What about Ida?"

"Even when I was drugged last night, I came crawling to you. Do you really think I'd have anything with her?"

Deep down, Brittany felt touched. She hadn't expected Horace to have stayed so faithful all these years, though part of her still

found it hard to believe.

She was about to say more when a buzzing sound interrupted them

Horace's phone rang.

"Your phone's ringing. You should answer it."

Horace had no choice but to let her go. He reached for the phone on the bedside table. The caller ID read "Jessica".

He answered. "Hey, Jessica."

Jessica's anxious voice came through. "Dad, where are you? You need to come back right away! Something happened to Ms. Olsen!"

"What happened to Ida? Hang in there. I'm coming back now."

He hung up, threw off the covers, and got out of bed to start dressing.

Brittany sat up, having overheard the call. She looked at Horace. "Ida's in trouble?"

"Yes, I have to go back now."

The warmth Brittany had felt just moments ago disappeared. "The go. Do you

want me to arrange a plane for you?"

Horace hesitated, then looked back at her. "Don't get the wrong idea..."

Ida's father had died because of Horace's father. That made Ida a responsibility

he couldn't dodge, and he really didn't want Brittany to misunderstand.

Brittany put on her clothes. "Enough. You don't need to explain. Just go."

Horace frowned. Every time Ida was mentioned, the tension between him and Brittany grew icy cold.

Brittany said nothing else. They both finished dressing and went downstairs.

Wendy was standing in the living room, watching them. "Good morning."

Brittany grabbed Wendy's hand. "Good morning, Wendy."

Wendy looked toward Horace. "Mr. Larson, where are you headed?

Horace's brow furrowed. "Ida's in trouble. I have to go back."

Wendy had already sensed the subtle changes between Brittany and Horace. At first, she wasn't sure what had happened, but now she knew.