The Divorce Prescription (Celina and Adam)

Aileen spotted Hailey and excitedly rushed over. "Hailey, you're here!"

"Hello, Mrs. Zamora and Aileen!" Hailey greeted them.

Pamela's expression brightened at the sight of Hailey. "Declan, you should've told me Hailey was coming! We could have prepared more dishes."

Before Declan could explain that Hailey wasn't staying for dinner, Hailey spoke up. "Mrs. Zamora, I'm not picky. As long as there's enough food to fill me up, I'm happy."

"Well then, you'll definitely be well-fed!" Pamela replied.

Everyone shared a lighthearted chuckle.

"I'm going to take a shower," Declan said, heading toward his room.

Once inside, he turned on the shower, letting the cold water rush over him.noveldrama

The aphrodisiac Adeline had used on him was incredibly potent, and despite his experience, it was hard to shake off its effects.

The cold water splashed against his muscles, droplets scattering in every direction. He slowly closed his eyes, trying to steady himself.

Suddenly, the door creaked open, and Hailey's soft voice rang out. "Declan?"

He didn't look up. "Yes?"

Hailey continued, "Mrs. Zamora asked me to bring you clean clothes."

"Just leave them in here," he responded.

Hailey stepped inside, the frosted glass door keeping them apart. Without meeting Declan's gaze, she asked, "Where should I put them?"

"Hang them up," he said.

"Got it."

With that, Hailey carefully hung the clothes on the rack.

Declan turned his head slightly, his gaze locking on the silhouette of her figure through the frosted glass.

She moved with grace, the gentle curve of her body faintly visible. Her long, dark hair tumbled down, casting a spell of allure in the space around her.

She stood on tiptoe to hang his clothes, her body angled to the side. Her chest was full and rounded, and her back curved elegantly, exuding a youthful vitality. Declan's eyes grew red-rimmed, his hand reaching out almost mechanically. Outside, Hailey's voice broke the silence. "Declan, are you done? Why are you taking so long?"

There was no response.

She tried again. "Declan, why aren't you answering? Are you purposely ignoring me?

"Declan?

"Declan!"

Through the frosted glass, a quiet tension filled the air. The sound of her calling his name was so melodic, each repetition echoing in his mind like a burst of fireworks, leaving Declan momentarily lost in the sensation.

The feeling was brief but intense, like the pull of opium-both strange and addictive.

"Declan? Declan!"

"Enough! Are you trying to drive me mad?" Declan snapped.

Hailey went quiet for a moment before stepping out.

Declan turned off the water and grabbed a towel to dry himself off. After changing into fresh clothes, he emerged from the bathroom.

Meanwhile, Pamela had already finished preparing the vegetables. Declan moved into the kitchen, ready to begin cooking.

Aileen sat at the table, focused intently on her homework. Hailey couldn't help but admire Aileen's beautiful handwriting. Aileen was a top student and was always the highest-ranked in her class.

"Aileen, you're really impressive! Which high school are you aiming for?" Hailey asked.

"I want to go to Central High School. Declan went there, and he got in with the top score," Aileen responded.

Hailey recognized the name. "I heard he was the top scorer in the state for the college entrance exam."

Aileen nodded proudly. "Yes,

Declan's always been number one,

from elementary school all the way through university. He's my role

model but I still feel like I have a

long way to go before I can catch up to him."

Hailey couldn't help but feel a sense of awe for the Zamora siblings-they were both so remarkable. While she was an excellent student herself, she knew she could never match Declan's level of achievement.

She walked into the kitchen, watching as Declan prepared the meal. "Declan, is it because my grades aren't as good as yours that you don't like me? Do you think I'm not smart enough?"