The Divorce Prescription

Hailey and Declan silently walked down the corridor, until Hailey finally broke the silence with a question. "Declan, who was that woman just now? What did she bring you to the hotel room for?"

Declan quickly pulled his arm away from her touch. "I don't owe you any answers."

Undeterred, Hailey reached up and placed her hand on his forehead. "Declan, you're burning up! Are you sick?"

Her soft, delicate hand brushed against him, and the sweet scent of her closeness made Declan's eyes flare. He quickly pulled her hand away, his voice cutting as he snapped, "Don't touch me!"

The sharpness of his words made it clear he was repulsed, and Hailey's eyes glistened with hurt.

As a pampered, sheltered young woman, she had never encountered such coldness before.

A mix of confusion and pain washed over her as she looked up at him, wondering

if he really disliked her that much.

She hadn't done anything wrong.

For a moment, the sadness in her eyes seemed to affect Declan, but he didn't speak. Instead, he turned and walked away.

a shadow, Hailey followed, unable to let go of the distance between

after the other. Their

the elevator jerked twice before it began to plummet rapidly. Hailey let out a sharp scream, her body

elevator's walls, a hand shot out, grabbing her arm and pulling

her securely against him. "It's just a malfunction,

while in his protective grip, a

but now she realized he wasn't as

him. "Declan, what's happening? You're burning

arm, his

a furnace," Hailey said, her hand

breath hitched, his body reacting

in a relationship or been with a woman, but Adeline's earlier words about the body's desires kept echoing

veins, those desires were becoming impossible

his head and pressed his lips against

in shock, her pupils dilating-was this really

he the one