No Divorce? The Billionaire's Love Chase! novel Chapter 465

On the weekend of the Quinn family's dinner party, Claudia ran into York at the local supermarket that morning.

York, dressed in a suit, approached her. "Claudia," he said in a tentative voice, "I need to talk to you about something."

Claudia's tone was icy. "York, have nothing to say to you."

With that, she placed the container of salt she was holding back on the shelf and turned to leave.

Fighting the discomfort in his stomach, York urgently blocked her path. "I really do have something to talk to you about. Just a few minutes."

Claudia looked him straight in the eye. "York, I don't want to see you, and I don't want to listen to you. You don't need to concern yourself with anything related to me. The best way you can help me is by staying far away from me. Understand?"

They stared at each other, Claudia's gaze resolute.

York's already pale face grew even whiter.

Seeing him blocking the aisle, Claudia stepped forward and shoved him hard.

The next moment, York collapsed to the floor.

A searing pain burned in his stomach, and he instinctively grabbed Claudia's ankle.

"Claudia," he managed to get out, "my stomach hurts."

Claudia glanced down at him, pried his hand from her ankle, and stepped right over his body.

She paused for a moment, her back to him. "Mr. Ferguson, you don't have a stomachache. You just need to calm down."

With those cold words, she walked away without a second thought.

York lay on the floor in the middle of the supermarket aisle, his vision starting to blur.

"Claudia, we'll talk again when you've calmed down."

"Mr. Ferguson, you need to calm down."

The two cold statements overlapped in his mind. It wasn't just his stomach that hurt; his heart hurt, his entire body ached.

Back then, when Claudia had been upset because of Ann's theatrics, she had fainted in front of him. He had thought she was faking it, just being dramatic.

He had told her just as coldly to calm down.

Then he had left her all alone at home.

His handsome, chiseled features were set, his thin lips pressed into a tight line. Despite his visible exhaustion and pale, sickly complexion, his cold, noble aura was still intimidating.

York remained silent, his deep eyes searching relentlessly for any sign of Claudia.

When the head of the Quinn family learned of York's arrival, he personally came upstairs. "Since Mr. Ferguson doesn't wish to join the crowd downstairs, please rest up here."

He quickly ordered a servant to set up a lounge area by the railing on the second floor.

After ensuring everything was arranged to his satisfaction, the host departed.

York wearily sank into an armchair and picked up a glass of wine from the coffee table.

Peter leaned over and snatched the glass from his hand. "You could drink yourself to death and Claudia still wouldn't care."

Peter's words hit another raw nerve.

York's already gloomy expression darkened even further.

Seeing that York was in a truly precarious state, Peter tried to reason with him. "Look, just go home and rest. Claudia came with Mr. Gideon, so she'll be fine. And even if something did happen, I'm here, aren't I?"