No Divorce? The Billionaire's Love Chase! novel Chapter 485

The vast bedroom was thick with a charged, sensual tension.

The fresh scent of Claudia's skin after her shower filled York's senses, her soft body driving him to the edge of reason.

His voice was a careful, intimate whisper. "Claudia, let's have a child."

Claudia fought with all her might. "York, I hate you!"

She had once wanted to have a child with him.

But that was before.

York's movements paused slightly. He kissed the corner of her lips, his eyes turning red. "I'd rather you hate me than ignore me!"

He continued to kiss her, coaxing her. "Claudia, don't refuse me."

He spoke the gentlest words while his actions grew more forceful.

Against him, she had no room to fight back.

The weight of their bodies pressed into the mattress, creating a deep depression where their panting breaths swirled, thickening the erotic haze in the room.

Just as Claudia, in her despair, was about to give up the struggle, her hand brushed against something familiar.

"York!"

Claudia brandished the object in front of his eyes, and his frantic movements came to an abrupt halt.

Seizing the moment of his stunned hesitation, Claudia used every ounce of her strength to shove him off her.

Smack!

Without taking a moment to compose herself, Claudia slapped him hard across the face.

York's head snapped to the side from the force of the blow.

His gaze fell upon the marks covering Claudia's body, and the haze of lust instantly cleared.

Frantically, he wrapped the blanket around her, pulling her tightly into his arms over the fabric.

He kissed her forehead, his voice frantic and cautious. "I'm sorry. I was too impulsive just now. I won't touch you. I promise!"

The atmosphere in the room was suffocating, the earlier sensuality completely gone.

York's elegant fingers gently stroked Claudia's tear-stained cheeks, carefully wiping away the moisture.

His voice choked with emotion, he gently coaxed her, "Don't cry. Just lie down and rest for a bit. I'm going downstairs for a cigarette."

York gently laid her down on the bed and tucked the covers around her.

Watching her close her eyes, he picked up his discarded clothes from the floor and stumbled out of the room.

Late at night, in the first-floor living room.

York sat slumped on the floor next to the liquor cabinet.

He leaned against the cabinet door, surrounded by several empty, overturned bottles.

He wanted to get drunk.

He wanted to drink until he forgot everything.