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 the distance between

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

elevator jerked twice before it began to plummet rapidly. Hailey let

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

her securely against him. "It's

began to subside while in his protective grip, a

she realized he wasn't as indifferent as she'd believed. He

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

grip on her arm, his voice low and strained.

furnace," Hailey said, her hand instinctively reaching toward

her hand brushed against him, Declan's breath hitched, his

been with a woman, but Adeline's earlier words

coursing through his veins, those desires were becoming

and pressed his lips against

widened in shock, her pupils dilating-was this really

one initiating the