No Divorce? The Billionaire's Love Chase! novel Chapter 231

The next morning, Claudia's alarm went off right on time.

She stretched, sat up, and turned to see York sitting bolt upright beside her, staring blankly like a zombie.

Claudia leaned in for a closer look and noticed the dark circles under his eyes.

"Did your grandfather put too much pressure on you again? Are you having trouble sleeping?" she asked, concerned.

York's gaze was murderous.

Ignoring him, Claudia threw back the covers, got out of bed, and went to the bathroom to get ready.

York followed her in, his expression grim.

He'd been up all night, and she hadn't even bothered to ask if he was okay.

At 7:50, Claudia was rushing around, gathering her things to leave for work.

York blocked her way, his face dark. "It's still early. Let's have breakfast, and I'll drive you."

Claudia was busy packing her phone charger and didn't even look up. "You go ahead. Mira said she's bringing in some amazing breakfast tacos for us to share. I'll eat with my colleagues later."

Seeing this, York grabbed his jacket. "I'll drive you."

Claudia dangled her car keys. "I'll be driving myself to work from now on. It'll save you the trip."

She opened the front door but then paused.

She turned back, walked up to York, stood on her tiptoes, and gave him a quick kiss.

York instinctively wrapped his arms around her waist.

Feeling his response, Claudia subtly pushed him away, opened the door, and left.

York stood in the entryway, a heavy feeling settling in his chest.

He thought about what his mother, Wendy, had said to him.

He and Claudia were acting less and less like a married couple, and their house was feeling less and less like a home.

Wilma heard the door close and came over. "Sir, breakfast is ready."

York: "..."

After finishing the call, Mark met his boss's murderous glare and said, steeling himself, "Mr. Ferguson, your wife asks you to hang in there a little longer. She said she'll have the medicine delivered before noon."

Hearing that Claudia would send the medicine over herself, York's tightly furrowed brow relaxed slightly.

Just after eleven a.m.

Mark placed a cup of coffee on York's desk just as a female assistant knocked on the door. "Assistant Mark, there's a young lady here without an appointment. She says she's here to deliver something to Mr. Ferguson."

Mark immediately scolded her. "You'd dare to stop Mrs. Ferguson? Get her in here right now!"

The assistant, terrified, scurried off to escort the visitor in.

York closed the contract he was reading and stood up. He instructed Mark, "You don't need to arrange lunch for me. You can go."

Just as Mark was about to leave, Ann walked in carrying an insulated container.

York's eyes swept over Ann's carefully put-together appearance, and his face instantly turned cold. "What are you doing here?"