No Divorce? The Billionaire's Love Chase! novel Chapter 463

Late at night, outside the main gate of the Watkins' residence.

York stood by his car in a sharp suit, his eyes fixed on the closed gate of the Watkins' family home.

The light in the second-floor master bedroom was still on; he knew Claudia wasn't asleep.

York glanced at the message he'd sent her. Still no reply.

In fact, for a long time now, Claudia had stopped responding to any of his messages or missed calls.

She hadn't blocked him, but she ignored him completely.

She allowed anyone else into her life but refused to let him get close.

This persistent feeling of helplessness was like a dull knife, slowly torturing him—a constant, dull ache that wasn't fatal.

And yet, there was absolutely nothing he could do about it.

He felt like he was going mad from the intertwined feelings of powerlessness and pain.

Hearing a car door open behind him, York turned.

The butler from the Ferguson Mansion hurried out of the car.

York glanced at the butler, then looked back at the lit window on the second floor.

His gaze slowly darkened.

He had already guessed the reason, but he still asked in a low voice, "Why are you here?"

The old butler said respectfully, "Young Master, the Old Master sent me to bring you back."

Seeing York hesitate as he stared at the Watkins' gate, the butler reminded him again, "Dr. Watkins has already called the Old Master. She won't be coming down to see you. It's best if you leave with me."

York gripped his phone tightly, staring blankly at the lit window for a long moment before turning and getting into his own car.

Around midnight, York returned home, reeking of alcohol.

He stumbled into the bedroom and saw the neat gray and white bedding on the large bed. The sight instantly sobered him up.

His mind flashed back to when he and Claudia had just gotten married.

Claudia had said the red bedding wasn't conducive to his sleep, while his usual gray and white color scheme was too lifeless.

While he was away, Claudia had replaced all the bedding in the house.

That night, he had demanded she change it back.

But Claudia insisted that the pastoral, rustic style would create a fresh and serene atmosphere, relaxing and close to nature, which would help with his insomnia.

He had a call to take at the time and had coldly replied, "If bedding could cure insomnia, doctors would be out of a job."

He vaguely remembered the hurt look on Claudia's face.

But when he came out of the study after his call, Claudia had already put the new bedding on the bed.

Ignoring his cold expression, she had snuggled into his arms, wrapping her hands around his waist and asking if he had eaten dinner, offering to go to the kitchen and make him some noodles.