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.

Hailey followed, unable to let go

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

to plummet rapidly. Hailey let out

shot out, grabbing her arm and pulling her into a searing

her, holding her securely against

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

ago, she thought he didn't care for her, but now she realized he wasn't

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

tightened his grip on her arm, his voice low and strained. "It's

Hailey said,

Declan's breath

never been in a relationship or been with a woman, but

aphrodisiac coursing through his veins, those

lowered his head and pressed

eyes widened in shock, her

the one