The Divorce Prescription (Celina and Adam) novel Chapter 417

Declan remained silent, offering no reaction.

Hailey couldn't tear her eyes away from him.

Fresh from the shower, his damp hair clung to his forehead. He wore a simple black T-shirt and matching pants, and his youthful charm shone through.

He was a fantastic cook, a skill developed through years of practice. There was something undeniably attractive about a man who knew his way around the kitchen.

The more Hailey watched him, the deeper her feelings grew. "Declan, why are you ignoring me? If you keep this up, I'll have to tickle you."

Before he could respond, Hailey reached up and began to tickle him.

Her hands found his toned waist, and he jolted at the sensation.

With one swift motion, Declan caught both of her wrists, pinning her against the wall. "What do you think you're doing? You'd better behave."

Hailey squirmed, trying to free her hands. "Why are you being so rough?"

Declan didn't release her.

Hailey rose onto her tiptoes. Leaning in, she pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

Declan froze for a moment.

Upon noticing that he didn't pull away, Hailey grew bolder, leaning in to kiss him again.

The sweet, delicate scent of her skin filled his senses—luxurious and floral, a sharp contrast to the soap he'd just used. It was utterly intoxicating.

Finally, Declan let go of her wrists.

Without hesitation, Hailey wrapped her arms around his waist, gently parting his lips with hers as she kissed him again.

He was typically cold and distant, but as she let her tongue slip in, Hailey felt the rush of his warmth. She couldn't help but relish every second of it.

Declan's body reignited with heat, the tension between them returning.

Just then, Pamela's voice broke the moment. "Why does it smell like something's burning?"

She quickly entered the room. "Declan, did you burn the food?"

Declan shot her a cold glance. "Leave!"

"I'm not leaving. I want to stay with you," Hailey responded, wrapping her arms around him from behind.

Her soft, sweet presence tangled with his, and Declan stiffened for a moment. "Hailey, you're a woman. Aren't you embarrassed?"

"Why would I be embarrassed?"

Declan fell silent, unsure of what to say next.

"You're my boyfriend, right? Isn't that what couples do—kiss, hug, be close? I'm not embarrassed!" Hailey replied.

Declan shot back, "Who said I'm your boyfriend?"

"You did! You're my boyfriend!"

"I never agreed to that!"

"Well, I kissed you, and you didn't stop me. You didn't push me away the first time, and every time after that, you still didn't refuse. I refuse to believe you don't have feelings for me!"