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

stepped into the elevator one after the other. Their silence was heavy, and

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

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

steadied her, holding her securely against him. "It's just a malfunction, don't

to subside while in his protective grip, a warm

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

what's happening? You're burning

grip on her arm, his

Hailey said,

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

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

eyes widened in shock, her pupils

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