The Heartbreak Prescription (by Glazed Snow) novel Chapter 1097

**TITLE: My Dad Please Come 1097**

Nathan cast a weary glance at the two figures across the table, their faces alight with amusement at his expense. A heavy sigh escaped his lips, a blend of resignation and mild annoyance.

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up,” he muttered, trying to mask his irritation with a hint of sarcasm.

Stanley leaned back in his chair, a smug smile creeping onto his face. “Alright, your wife is waiting for you at the airport. You’d better get a move on and pick her up.”

“Fine. I’m heading out now. Let’s plan to grab a meal another time,” Nathan replied, his tone betraying a mix of eagerness to leave and irritation at the ongoing teasing.

With that, he pushed back from the table, the sound of his chair scraping against the floor mingling with the laughter of his friends. He stepped outside, the cool air hitting him like a refreshing splash of water, and slid into the plush interior of his Maybach. The engine purred to life, and he navigated through the city streets, his mind wandering to thoughts of Ivy.

Fifteen minutes later, Nathan pulled into the airport parking lot, the familiar sight of the terminal looming before him. His heart quickened as he scanned the crowd, and it didn’t take long to spot her. Ivy stood out like a beacon amidst the throng of travelers. Although he had only crossed paths with her a handful of times, she possessed an undeniable presence that captured attention.

There she was, seated gracefully on a bench, clad in a pristine white coat that accentuated her elegance. Her long, wavy hair cascaded around her shoulders, framing her face in a way that exuded sophistication. Ivy embodied the essence of high society, a true heiress of the Quinn family, her aura shimmering like a pearl under the bright airport lights.

Wanda Gordon, ever the observant one, was the first to notice Nathan’s arrival. She waved enthusiastically, her voice cutting through the ambient noise. “Mr. Lowe!”

At the sound of her name, Ivy stood, turning toward him with an air of calm confidence. Her fair skin glowed softly, and her delicate features held a cool allure that made her even more captivating. The only adornment she wore was a pair of pearl earrings, each one a testament to her artistry, glimmering subtly and drawing all eyes to her.

Nathan approached, taking in the sight of her. “You’re here,” Ivy remarked, her voice steady, yet there was an underlying warmth that made his heart flutter.

He reached out to take the suitcase from Wanda’s hand. “I’ll carry that. The car’s just outside. Let’s head home,” he said, his tone firm yet gentle.

Ivy nodded, her expression serene. “Alright.”

Together, the three of them made their way out of the terminal. Nathan expertly loaded the suitcase into the trunk before opening the passenger door for Ivy, a gesture that felt almost instinctual.

“Thanks,” she said, settling into the seat with an ease that made him smile.

Wanda climbed into the back, her gaze darting between the two of them. Despite their five years of marriage, Nathan and Ivy maintained a polite distance, their interactions tinged with an air of formality that felt almost foreign.

Half an hour later, the Maybach rolled to a stop outside Nathan’s villa. They stepped inside, the familiar surroundings welcoming them back.

Nathan led Ivy to his bedroom, the air thick with anticipation. “This will be our room tonight,” he stated, his voice steady.

“Alright,” Ivy replied simply, her demeanor calm yet enigmatic.

Wanda trailed closely behind, her presence lingering like a shadow. “Where should I sleep?” she asked, her tone almost hopeful.

Nathan shot her a bemused look. “Where else would you sleep? In the guest room, of course,” he replied, his patience wearing thin.

Wanda hesitated, her brow furrowing. “But I’m here on a mission. Your grandfather specifically told me to make sure you two get started on having that baby! So… maybe I should sleep here, too. I can take the couch!”

The absurdity of her suggestion hung in the air, and Nathan couldn’t help but chuckle softly, the tension easing just a bit.