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.

unable to let go of

elevator one after the other. Their silence was heavy, and neither of them

plummet rapidly. Hailey let out a sharp scream, her body

a hand shot out, grabbing her arm and pulling her

against him. "It's just a

fear began to subside while in his protective grip, a warm sensation

thought he didn't care for her, but now she realized he wasn't as indifferent as she'd believed. He was looking

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

her arm, his voice low and strained.

said, her hand instinctively reaching toward

brushed against him, Declan's breath hitched,

a relationship or been with a woman, but Adeline's earlier words about

his veins, those desires were becoming

his head and pressed his lips against

eyes widened in shock, her pupils dilating-was this

one initiating the