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.

to let go of the distance between

Their silence

twice before it began to plummet rapidly. Hailey let out a

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

steadied her, holding her securely against him. "It's

subside while in his protective grip, a warm sensation spread through

but now she realized he wasn't as indifferent as she'd believed.

"Declan, what's happening? You're burning up. Are you sick? Should we go to the

his grip on her arm, his

like a furnace," Hailey said, her

moment her hand brushed against him, Declan's breath hitched, his body reacting sharply

with a woman, but Adeline's earlier words about the body's desires kept

the aphrodisiac coursing through his veins, those desires were becoming impossible to

and

eyes widened in shock, her pupils dilating-was this really

one initiating the