Read The Heartbreak Prescription novel for free by Glazed Snow Updated 2025 -26 - The Heartbreak Prescription Chapter 1132

How had Ivy managed to fall asleep like that, her head resting heavily against the desk?

Curious, Nathan walked over and noticed that a pencil was still clutched in her fingers, while design drafts lay scattered messily across the tabletop.

He picked one up, momentarily absorbed. The skill in the sketch was undeniable. Ivy’s talent and sharp design sense were exactly as people described—well-earned, not exaggerated.

Most people only saw her brilliance when she was standing under the spotlight. But he was one of the few who knew how much effort she poured in behind the scenes.

She worked harder than anyone he had ever known.

Nathan carefully set the draft back down and turned his attention to her sleeping face. He had met plenty of daughters from wealthy families—most had been pampered, protected, and eventually funneled into carefully arranged marriages with families just like their own.

But Ivy was different.

She was the first heiress he had ever met who truly devoted herself to her work. Watching her was almost awe-inspiring.

With gentle resolve, Nathan bent down and carefully lifted her into his arms.

He carried her to the bed, laid her down on the soft mattress, and pulled the covers over her before settling in beside her.

Almost instinctively, Ivy rolled toward him, pressing herself against his chest and wrapping her arms around his waist, as if he were the only place she felt safe.

A faint smile tugged at Nathan’s lips as he looked down at her. “Can you behave for once?” he murmured.

They had shared countless passionate moments in this bed, yet this quiet intimacy felt strangely new.

Still, Ivy never truly stayed still. Her body shifted unconsciously, her legs brushing against his again and again, stirring an unexpected heat beneath his skin.

Only then did Nathan realize just how thin his self-control could be.

“Let go. Sleep on your own,” he said softly, trying to ease her away.

Instead, Ivy clung to him even tighter, her stubbornness almost comical. “Don’t move,” she mumbled, lips forming a small pout. “You’re ruining my sleep.”

Nathan fell silent.

After a brief struggle, he gave in, lifting a hand to cup her cheek. Her skin was warm and smooth, her lips soft enough to make his restraint waver. Having her curled against him like this was a test—one he was dangerously close to failing.

“Ivy, you brought this on yourself,” he whispered, his voice low.

Lowering his head, he pressed his lips to hers, the kiss deeper and more intense than he’d intended.

Even in her sleep, Ivy reacted. Her breathing faltered, and she weakly pushed against him. “Stop,” she murmured, her voice soft and pleading

In that moment, Nathan found himself wanting to wake the little troublemaker in his arms.

He tilted her chin up and deepened the kiss, losing himself in the warmth of her body. Ivy squirmed, struggling for breath, her cheeks flushing a delicate pink.

Nathan kept his eyes open, watching her every reaction. He had always been known for his restraint, rarely allowing himself to lose control like this.

Perhaps it was because she had tested his patience earlier that day, pushing him further than usual.

When he finally realized she was truly struggling to breathe, he reluctantly released her lips, trailing gentle kisses down her neck instead.

His hand slipped beneath her nightgown, abandoning propriety entirely.

Ivy clutched at him and murmured softly, “Mom…”

Nathan froze.

The single word cut through him like a blade.

He stared down at her, stunned.

Then she spoke again, her voice trembling. “Mom… don’t leave me. Ivy will protect you.”

Nathan’s chest tightened. Her brows were knit in distress, her expression fragile and childlike, as if she were trapped in a nightmare.

This was a side of her he had never seen.

He had heard bits and pieces about her family—about Edric’s secrets, the other family he kept hidden, and the illegitimate daughter. About Tabitha’s long battle with depression, the whispers that she had stood on the edge more than once.

The heat in Nathan’s body slowly faded.

He rolled onto his side and pulled Ivy into his arms, holding her carefully, protectively.

“It’s okay,” he whispered. “Go to sleep. No one’s going to hurt you—or your mom.”

His words lingered in the quiet room, steady and grounding, as Ivy finally relaxed against him.