No Divorce? The Billionaire's Love Chase! novel Chapter 164

The harder Claudia pushed against him, the tighter York held her.

"You chose to come back," he murmured, his voice low. "It loses its charm if I have to keep reminding you."

Claudia stopped struggling.

From the first day she married York, she had pestered him for a kiss before he left in the morning and another when he returned at night.

But in the end, she was always the one to initiate it.

Looking into his eyes, her face pale, Claudia said, "York, you don't have to do this. You can go to Ann. I promise I won't make a scene."

York's gaze hardened as he studied her expression.

"Claudia, Ann is Ann, and you are you. Do I need to make myself any clearer?"

Claudia lowered her eyes. York's breathing grew heavy as he pulled her possessively into his arms.

One hand gripped her lower back while the other cupped the back of her head, giving her no room to retreat.

His kiss was an assault, both tender and rough, filled with a relentless desperation, as if he wanted to absorb her into his very being.

Wilma's knock on the door broke the intensity. York released Claudia, though not entirely satisfied.

His chest heaved, his breathing ragged.

Claudia broke free and leaned against the closet door, gasping for air.

Her damp eyelashes trembled, her delicate features downcast. She looked completely undone.

York gazed down at her, at the evidence of his kiss, and stepped forward to smooth her messy hair and straighten the collar of her open robe.

Seeing her head still bowed in silence, he stepped closer and embraced her. "Eat your breakfast, then go to the hospital and see our mom. I'll pick you up later for dinner at the Ferguson Mansion."

After York left, Claudia remained in the closet for a long time before finally emerging.

Wilma approached her with a look of concern. "Young Lady, the Master said you have low blood sugar, so I made you some fish soup."

Claudia continued in a deliberately light tone, "Look at my cousin. Her husband's family was dirt poor, and he still ended up cheating on her."

"At least the Ferguson family is rich and powerful," Claudia said. "I have the best of everything—food, clothes, a place to live."

With just a few words, she preempted the concerns her parents were about to voice.

At lunchtime, Claudia ate with her parents and brother in the hospital room.

Gathered around the small table, the four of them shared a meal tinged with both bitterness and warmth.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

They all turned to see York walk in, carrying a multi-layered food container.

Claudia stood up. "What are you doing here?"

York placed the container on the small table. "I came to have lunch with you, Mom, Dad, and Eddy."