The Divorce Prescription

Declan tried to push Stella's hands away, but she clung to him tightly. "Declan, we're already in the room. Are you really going to push me away? Do you not want me?"

Declan felt like his entire body was on fire, like countless ants crawling through his bones. The sensation was unbearable.

However, Stella's curvaceous body pressing against him, along with her restless hands, seemed like they could ease his discomfort and make him feel better.noveldrama

"Declan, I really like you. Tonight, I'll make you feel good. Let's be together." Stella's breath was warm and fragrant as she continued to tempt him.

Declan turned around to look at her. She was stunning, radiant in every way. In truth, every woman who had ever surrounded him was beautiful. There wasn't a single unattractive one among them.

Stella's hand traced along his chiseled jawline. "Declan."

This time, he didn't stop her. Instead, he reached out and scooped her up in his arms, striding toward the bed.

Stella landed on the soft mattress with a bounce. She hooked her arms around Declan's neck, pulling him down with her. "Declan, let me help you take off your clothes."

She started unbuttoning his shirt.

However, he suddenly stopped her. His bloodshot eyes burned deeply and dangerously as he stared at her. "I'm going to take a shower first."

Stella pouted. "Declan, let's shower together."

"I'll go first."

Before he could get up, Stella flipped them over in one swift movement, straddling him boldly. "Declan, don't go. I don't want you to leave me right now."

Declan's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. Then, in one sharp motion, he yanked Stella closer. Their faces were suddenly inches apart.

Stella's heart pounded wildly. This was the closest she had ever been to Declan. His rugged, untamed handsomeness made her pulse race. She lowered her head, aiming for his lips.

But before she could kiss him, a sharp pain struck the back of her neck.

Declan had chopped at her pressure point.

Stella's vision went black, and she collapsed on the bed. She was out cold.

Declan sat up. Even though his body was burning like an inferno, he still hadn't lost his mind.

When Stella was on top of him just now, his mind had been flooded with the image of Hailey's delicate, heart-shaped face.

She had sat on him like that before, too.

At this moment, he wanted her.

There were guards stationed outside the suite. Declan had no way to leave. He couldn't risk turning against Bob just yet.

He got out of bed and went into the bathroom.

He unbuttoned his shirt one by one, shrugging it off before turning on the shower. Ice-cold water cascaded over his burning skin. He needed the cold to douse the fire raging inside him.

Droplets splashed against his firm sculpted muscles, but instead of relief, the agony only intensified. The scorching heat and freezing water tormented his body and mind.

This wasn't going to work.

Declan grabbed his phone, scrolled through his contacts, and hesitated for two seconds before impulse won over reason.

He dialed Hailey.

...

At that moment, Hailey was at home.

Her eyes lit up when she saw "Declan" flashing on her screen. He was calling her. Back at the bar, she had told him she would wait for his call. And now, here it was. For someone like him, reaching out first was rare.

She answered immediately, her voice bright with excitement. "Hello? Declan?"

She was met with silence. However, she knew he was there. She could hear his breathing. It was deep, ragged, and uneven.

Hailey tightened her grip on her phone. "Declan, are you there? Why aren't you saying anything?"

Standing under the icy shower,

Declan heard her soft, melodic

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and clear as a songbird's.

his eyes turn even redder.

He let out a low, hoarse hum. "Yeah."

"Declan, what's wrong? You sound strange. What are you doing?" Hailey asked.